As my closest readers will remember, 3 years ago I suffered a terrible medical incident. Trapped in an episode of psychosis, my research into the malfeasance of the larger corporations blended with sick delusions. Hospitalized for ten days, I was soon set on a path of recovery and healing where I met my beautiful bride.

That path was not always kind to me. I was called names at work. I was laughed at and mocked both behind my back and to my face. To this day, sources tell me I’m put down behind closed doors. Contrary to the Stenonymous persona of bluster and revenge, I mostly take it in stride. I understand the people that mock me in a way they will never understand me.

I’m sure I’ve said this before. I had a choice whether to shrivel up and hide from the world or use what I went through to help others. I have since been part of the psychosis subreddit on Reddit, occasionally giving my advice and support to sufferers of psychosis and their families. I’ve also been an ear to fellow court reporters that have suffered similar-ish episodes or issues. I am not special. I’m just a guy helping out where I can, when I can. But the people I’m helpful to are special to me.

My struggle is unending. But I’m not writing today to boost myself. We have all, young and old, been through things in our lives that caused us pain. It’s my sincere hope that there are more of you like me that see the validity in my approach and use what you’ve learned to help others. I have written many times before that you, reader, are powerful.

You bring light to the world.

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And to those I’ve caused pain, I can only hope my reasons were justified. But it is not my wish to cause pain. It is my wish to survive in a very complex world. Would that I could create a world where we are all winners.

Would that I could singlehandedly illuminate the world.