Twenty years have passed since my life lay in ruins as a virulent phobe forcibly sodomized me with false words.

Today I look at how far I have grown over these two decades.

Gone to places I was sure I would never see.
Done things I would have ruled out as impossible.
Gained skills and confidence.
Found a welcoming, accepting group.

My recovery is not yet complete, but there is no denying how much progress I have made—and that I did not do this all by myself.

In your own ways, big and small, too many to enumerate, you all have helped to make this happen.

For that I am forever grateful.

Thank you.