“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.
The adults left the room, and quacks filled the seats. Public health isn’t being guided by science anymore—it’s being steered by loyalty, entitlement, and conspiracy theories
“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.