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I generally forget now about the “wart-mole” taken out of my face–technically termed a “lesion” to the right of my nose.

for two years I went through a conscious adjustment and then forgot about it.

I assumed that beauty would follow in the end.

instead my worst fears were answered. I took a look at the picture I posted the other day and saw it instantly: it was like my face caved in and I lost a person’s natural lustre:

to the left of my nose. Can’t figure the angle in this photo but it is to the left from my side looking out.

so, I have come to the completion of that work in my life. The surgery was done in 2021, after my mother’s death. Then, for two years I consciously struggled and thought differently and went through a lot of weird stuff. Meanwhile, my brother had committed suicide. It is uncertain the pertinence of all these things hitting all at once in their different ways. But I am beginning to pull out from under.

now in a state of recovery.

overcoming the Lamictal overdose in 2016.

I will never be the same but I am now no longer helpless.