So here's an update:
Things are good. Still very sensitive, but very good. The weekend came and went and I survived it. Learned from it even. The days since have been a bit of a blur for me. I feel like something in me has broken. Call it pride. Call it an old fashioned sense of comfort and stability. Call it whatever you want. I can't seem to find a name for it. But it broke. And I am slowly beginning the long road to repairing it. This trauma was anticipated, calculated and completely warranted. But trauma it is. And like any injury, the healing tends to create a stronger, more adaptable flesh in it's wake. I have begun reconnecting with faces from my past and finding small things I can do to improve my future. Simple things. Like a gym membership. Like calling an old friend whom I hadn't talked to in nearly two years and finding out that not only is he coming to town for the holidays, but I was on his list of people to call as well.
There's so much more going on it's hard to know where to go next.
More to come. Much more.