Coming up on four years unmedicated. Three without crisis. Three without a story to tell. Three of acceptance. Three in the trenches of real rest, real love and real recovery. I’ve closed old doors. Opened new ones. Closed some. Opened more. Made some music. Made some art. Few ancestral initiations. Fell in love. Got my heart broken. Again. Recovered. Mostly. Made some art. Restructured my entire life. Joined an artist co-op. Built and about to launch a family-owned business. All within this time. And nobody had to know. I prefer this. But I’ve learned the value of my arc now. I understand my role and how to play it. It was always going to be this way. See you soon, world.