The world feels like it’s gone off the rails. Between broken floors, broken politics, and the broken idea that we can’t speak ill of the dead, I’ve been wrestling with grief, free speech, and the double standards we’re drowning in. Some people deserve kindness after death. Others deserve honesty. Either way, we shouldn’t be told to keep quiet.
Tag: Fallout
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.