Feat accomplished. I am, finally, SOMETHING TO BE READ FOR THE PURPOSES OF INSTILLING HOPE! I knew that all these years, if I kept just shoegazing during my mope rock (aka writing about suicidality, psychosis, carceral care, ableism, stigma, sundry adverse events of childhood, medical neglect, and oh! deer deer deer deer deer) I would finally be seen! (HAD to be the effect of the smile, so rare! And only elicited because my eldest, taking the picture, is very fun and safe).