September drags old scars into the light. PTSD anniversaries, bad memories, and a country at odds with itself. Sometimes the Wasteland is the only place I can breathe.
Category: Mental Health
Change, Firefighters, and Fallout
This blog is evolving—but the themes of healthcare, personal stories, and post-apocalyptic survival remain. Reflections on 9/11, Fallout-inspired healing, and remembering what makes a real hero.
Ice Cold Nuka Cola and the Quiet Aftermath
“An ice-cold Nuka Cola, the silence of a house once too loud, and the reminder that sometimes friendship is quieter than we expect. The Wasteland, Burning Man, and life after loss all blur together into strange reflections.”
Nurseferatu and the Weight of Secrets
I feel like I’ve coasted all day, drifting between sleepiness and scattered thoughts. Before retirement, I worked mostly night shifts for over a decade. I was glad to take them—after all, I’ve always been something of a Nurseferatu. Today, I had a visit from some good friends passing through on their way to Burning Man. …