Thanks for the kind hello, Shawna.
Although you asked the question rhetorically, I am going to answer specifically. I hope you won't mind.
I am doing okay, and trying to do better, as most surivivors do. We are a tough breed. Lost innocence and the ravages of abuse aside, we are reaching for the light.
I am 43 years old and I feel like I awoke from a coma last year, when the reality of my abuse finally forced me to aggressively pursue my healing.
I am sad that I am just now 'coming to.' I wish somehow I could have become aware sooner; there is so much I want to do.
I want to write stories and move people to understand in a way they haven't before. Yet I suddenly feel as though there are only so many Saturdays left for me, and so many chores to do.
My bones ache when I rise and my head often hurts when I lay down.
But your smiling greeting warmed me today, and I am touched deeply by the story of Dontee Stokes, which is certainly a story worthy of telling time and again.
And let the darkness fear our light.