The thing about storms is they never really end…

They just change shape.

Every few years, a new drug shows up and rewrites the rules, and we all start over. The chemistry gets sharper. The margins for error shrink.

The grief circles widen.

But the story isn’t all loss. The other half of this work… The part people don’t always see… Is what happens quietly between the crises.

It’s a mom learning how to use naloxone because she wants to be ready, even though she hopes she’ll never need it. It’s a paramedic who used to carry one Narcan kit and now carries three.

It’s a recovery group at a trailhead, sharing coffee and calm, talking openly about things that used to live in the dark.

It’s the tiny shifts… The moments where fear gets replaced by skill, and panic turns into preparation.

That’s the rhythm we’re building here.