I'm actually more than ok. I'm probably the most content I've ever been in my life. The cellar was a bit of a crutch for me and enabled a lot of my weaker emotions I think (in the spirit of complete honesty). But then, I needed the companionship and sounding boards that coming here was for me. It was the politics that drew me in, but it was the people that kept me coming back. I was lonely and depressed during the time I relied on this place the most. I had to find my mojo eventually though, and who knew I would have found it at the bottom of a cake tin.
Lucky me. There are far worse fates.