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2025 was the year I graduated from monthly therapy, finished all my meds, and recovered a semblance of self that didn’t require extreme measures to get up in the morning. I finally went back to the dojo, barely OT-ed, and have friends who have no idea what I do for a living and like me anyway — all without a drop of alcohol. I don’t even look for it anymore. My lovely little life was hard earned. Then, on one sunny afternoon in September, I had the sudden urge to take a flamethrower and blow...

A few weeks ago, the world wept. We wept for women, people of color, the LGBTQIA+ community and every other group that’s neither white...

Just like that we’re officially a weekend away from last quarter of 2024. Then, it’s 2025 —a good 5 years after the world locked down and...