I sit here with a tear in my eye. Even four years later the trauma of what happened, and all of the changes that my life has gone through since, are difficult to think about. We’ve tried to move on, pick up the pieces of our shattered reality and head in a different direction, but nothing, thus far, has felt right. When you build a perfect life full of peace, and prosperity, when day after day you are filled with deep satisfaction and a knowledge that you are doing exactly what you should be, nothing else ever seems tolerable.

I know that’s the challenge. I need to find a way to stop wanting to just go back to my beautiful quiet mountain home and resume what I was doing before that fateful day. I haven’t gotten there yet.

I’m so grateful for the canna community here. It’s given me an outlet I didn’t know I needed. I can fight the injustice of this with my words if nothing else.

I remember finding your “flatlanders” comment in the canna discord and I knew I liked you. I’m happy to have crossed paths with you as well. ✌️