You know the American spelling is "gray" and the English spelling is "grey" or vice versa and I can never remember which is which.
Anyways, life is full of shades of gray. That's hard to navigate. I get rather obsessed with the rights and wrongs and the justice, especially as related to medicalization, toxic masculinity, and bad psychiatry. But that doesn't wipe out or compensate for failure. And I have to be surgical, clean, and gentle in my approach to righteousness, even as I try to slow down and detoxify my life. But it has to be a better world for the kids. Better than it was for me. I just struggle to understand. Some people were riding fast and loose. They get high on the excitement. On the power. That's what worries me. Then they want to shut me up, because my warnings become inconvenient. But I'm trying to help the good eggs. The people that stay in their lanes. I know they exist. I hope there comes a day when I see my people again. Right now, it's just not the same.
I'm not sure how it ends or how I break free. It takes time. But I'm told some things are permanent. I don't know how much.
