Much of my years have been enmeshed with addiction, mental health crises, hospitalizations galore, treatment centers, and now, a psychiatric nursing home. To boot, I was legit kidnapped, held hostage for ransom, and lost all my many worldly possessions. This includes my vast library of books and vinyl. This includes torture and r@pe. Now, I'm on the other side of that and reclaiming bits of my life. In a real sense, downloading some of what I lost from Anna's Archive using Proton is a worldly salvation, a reconnection with meaning. Frankl knew of this better than I ever could in "Man's Search for Meaning." And for what it's worth, the little connections here on Tumblr mean so much to me.















