Five days

Crystal.

I find myself staring. I find myself totally bored with talking. There is so much to hear and see and feel.

I dont know where to begin explaining this. But I feel like I should. The novelty and specialness of the parting of the fog will dissipate, and the elation I feel will fade. Would this be how a paralegic might feel to one day stand up? I dont know.

Its been more than 100 months of feeling down in a hole, the starlight sparking up above, but so dark, so close, so far where I was.

I wish I had the same desire to explain wellness that I did illness, but I dont. I just want to get out there and get into it. I spent my youth raising a mother, and a decade at the threshold of death or madness or dispair. I dont need to grow up any more. I need to grow out. I feel like the oldest 33 year old there is. Lucky, though. many wonderful people stuck with me along this way. many others I lost along the way. I love and miss them all.

Now, if you will excuse me, I have a moon to attend to.