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.
Tag: grief
Fallout, the Ghoul, and the Art of Calling Bullshit
Why The Ghoul from Fallout resonates so deeply with me—and what honest discourse, boundaries, and calling bullshit have to do with survival in a polarized world.
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.
I Got Stuck (But I’m Still Here)
Healing, Fallout, holidays, trauma, sobriety, and the slow work of learning how to exist after abuse. This is what being “functional” looks like right now.