When we focus on naming perpetrators instead of caring for survivors, we miss the point entirely. This is not about spectacle—it’s about power, trauma, and the people forced to live with it every day.
Category: Personal Reflections
85 Seconds to Midnight (and I’m Going Back to the Wasteland)
Sometimes the post-apocalyptic world feels safer than the real one. On grief, Fallout, narcissism, and why listening matters more than shouting.
Who Forgives, Who Fades, and Who Stays
Recovery doesn’t just change habits—it reveals who’s actually willing to walk with you. Some people stay. Some fade. Some were never worth the energy. This is what forgiveness really looks like.
Watching My Life From the Outside
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.