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: Mental Health
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.
Friends in the Foxhole
The world is fucking weird. I don't know what to call this feeling today except off — the kind of off that makes you stop and ask, what the hell is wrong with me? A few days back I wrote about body image and self‑esteem; since then I've realized something nastier under it all: I …
Back in the Saddle, Kind Of
Last night in Appalachia reminded me that not every dream has to go viral. Sometimes yelling into the void—or into the wasteland—is enough.