“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.”
“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.”
When avoidance becomes a way of life, even lists can feel like enemies. Between writer’s block, PTSD, and the fallout from strokes, I’m learning how to navigate decision-making, distraction, and guilt—with help from The Count and a very patient dog.
“What would have happened if he hadn’t killed himself that day?” A question I’ve been asked, and one that stirs regret—but in the end, I believe the outcome was inevitable. This post explores grief, unhealthy relationships, and the truth that sometimes, nothing could have changed the ending.
Social media hasn’t created more cruelty—it’s just made it harder to ignore. Sexual assault, racism, abuse—they’ve always been here. The difference is we can’t hide them anymore. As a survivor of both childhood assault and military sexual trauma, I can say this much: rape isn’t about sex. It’s about control. And it’s past time we stopped excusing it.