A few days in the wasteland, a few sessions in therapy, and one more reminder that grief doesn’t end—it just shifts shape. Sometimes the only way to learn grace is with a 2x4 to the head.
Tag: Fallout 76
Autocorrect, the Wasteland, and Ghost Messages
Autocorrect may be funny in memes, but for me, it sometimes reopens a scar from the night everything changed. How a single misplaced word became a lasting reminder — and how I’ve learned to live with those strange, silent triggers.
Escape to the Wasteland
Escaping into Fallout feels safer than reality these days. Between anti-science nonsense, political buffoonery, and déjà vu pandemics, the wasteland offers a strange kind of refuge
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.