The world feels like it’s gone off the rails. Between broken floors, broken politics, and the broken idea that we can’t speak ill of the dead, I’ve been wrestling with grief, free speech, and the double standards we’re drowning in. Some people deserve kindness after death. Others deserve honesty. Either way, we shouldn’t be told to keep quiet.
Month: September 2025
Friends in the Foxhole
The world is fucking weird. I don't know what to call this feeling today except off — the kind of off that makes you stop and ask, what the hell is wrong with me? A few days back I wrote about body image and self‑esteem; since then I've realized something nastier under it all: I …
Back in the Saddle, Kind Of
Last night in Appalachia reminded me that not every dream has to go viral. Sometimes yelling into the void—or into the wasteland—is enough.
War Never Changes
Anniversaries aren’t always about celebration. For someone with PTSD, they can be landmines. In this post, I reflect on trauma, empathy, and why even in the wasteland, war never changes.