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.
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.
“Why aren’t you dating again?” people ask. The answer isn’t simple, but it is mine: being single isn’t loneliness—it’s freedom.
Facing surgery with equal parts nerves and hope, I reflect on the strangeness of convincing a surgeon I was ready—and on gratitude for my family, the VA, and the promise of pain relief.
Grief doesn’t come with an instruction manual. My therapist reminded me today: I didn’t do it wrong. Different doesn’t mean broken. Giving myself grace, like I give others, might be the hardest part of this race.