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I'm kayaking again. I've written more poems in the last 60 days than I have in the last five years. I'm going to rock shows. I'm playing music with friends. I'm making good money. I'm meditating almost daily. I'm realizing--I've always known, but I'm finally really realizing--that the things that infected my childhood and poisoned my blood for so long weren't my fault. That I'm not broken. That all that time I spent trying to save people was just a way of trying to find somebody to save me. That I don't need a savior, because I'm as strong as I've ever been, and stronger than I ever knew I was. That I'm ready to kick the world's ass.