Anti climactic return
I'm back in Buffalo for the first time since February 2015 for a concert with good friends and family.
Its so quiet. I'm at a hotel bar downtown waiting for the violent depression and anxiety that clouded me to get off the Kensington and make a turn onto East Chippewa.
But I saw Tanya. She's in remission and gave me the biggest hug I've had in decades. We both survived.
If I can survive cancer I can survive my mental issues. But it doesn't mean I don't remember, I must be forgiving to myself and grateful to those who stood by, and apologetic to those I hurt.
Growth as I get older is more valuable than all the knowledge I read in books.