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.
Mirror Wars: Body Image and the Ghosts That Linger
From the schoolyard to the Army scale to bariatric surgery, body image has haunted me like a ghost. The mirror doesn’t always tell the truth—but neither do the voices that shaped it.
Battle-Weary in September
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.