Finding Focus, Salsa, and Connection in the Wasteland

A quiet Sunday of canning salsa, streaming from the wasteland, and reflecting on attention, grief, and connection. Sometimes the simplest days are the ones that reveal the most.

Dancing in the Ruins

I ventured out on my own for the first time since the strokes — to see Above & Beyond live. It wasn’t just about music; it was about reclaiming independence, redefining healing, and realizing that moving on doesn’t mean leaving everything behind.

Broken Cycles, Sleepless Nights

I’ve slept like shit the last few nights—tossing, turning, always waking up in the middle of the bed, like the physical center somehow echoes the emotional void around me. As I was getting ready for bed last night, a thought kept bubbling up: God, I wish I had stopped ignoring the signs. I wish I’d …

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