I realize it’s been over a year since I posted here.  I’ve been busy.  I have a new job, though it’s now a year old.  Today was the last day of the year, it’s summer break. I’m having a rough night from the drop… and from anxiety.  But it’s happy anxiety in some ways.  I trusted someone I work with.  I’ve trusted him all year, he’s been kind and compassionate, fun, and always felt safe.  Safe in the ways that… are intangible but so necessary to someone like me.  He’s always felt safe.  I doubt he knows or would understand if I told him, what that means or what it…