I’m not broken—but I’m not healed either. This is what it feels like to exist in the in-between, where grief, change, and moving on don’t look the way anyone warned you they would.
Category: Mental Health
Has Somebody Ever Fucked Up Your Head So Bad You Can’t Even Be Happy Anymore?
A reflection on holidays, grief, PTSD, recovery, and the quiet reality of being alone without being broken.
I Got Stuck (But I’m Still Here)
Healing, Fallout, holidays, trauma, sobriety, and the slow work of learning how to exist after abuse. This is what being “functional” looks like right now.
Nala Goes to Wendover
A short trip to Wendover turned into a lesson in patience, service-dog etiquette, and why “no, you can’t pet her” isn’t up for debate.