It's hard to swallow past the lump in my throat.

As you know me, I know you and I know you will get past this. But understand this: You are not alone. There isn't a day that goes by lately that I don't question myself. "Sherry, what the hell are you doing this for? Why? Who even gives a Flying F what you have to say about anything?"

And yes, the fact that we're roundly ignored by Medium doesn't make it easier. But this is who we are, for better or worse. I wouldn't know what else to do with myself, and that kind of situation is dangerous for me.

We're both tough as old boots, my friend. So let's kick some ass.