Three years after Jacob's death, I received answers I never expected. This isn't a letter about grief. It's a letter about surviving control, violence, betrayal, and finally recognizing the freedom that came afterward.
Tag: domestic violence
The Grace Well Runs Dry
A raw letter to my mother three years after her death, reflecting on grief, sobriety, domestic violence, regret, family, military service, faith, and the complicated process of learning to forgive yourself.
The Ones Who Stay
When isolation is engineered and lies do the work of abuse, the people who stay matter more than anything. This is about friendship, survival, and learning that worth isn’t decided by rumors.
Has Somebody Ever Fucked Up Your Head So Bad You Can’t Even Be Happy Anymore?
A reflection on holidays, grief, PTSD, recovery, and the quiet reality of being alone without being broken.