I’m broken. That’s not a cry for help—it’s just a matter of fact. I’ve been broken for years. Truth be told, most of us are. Life cracks us in different ways. Some of us just chip a little—like overdrawing a bank account or getting a speeding ticket. Small fissures. Manageable. Forgotten. Others among …
Continue reading Mothman, Appalachia, and the Fallout of Coping
Well go me—I’ve started at least three different blog entries, only to lose steam and drop them for something else entirely. It’s the ADHD shuffle meets stroke recovery meets ambition far beyond my current physical capacity. This weekend I actually got some work done in the yard, revisiting projects I had previously abandoned. Of …
I am not okay. I hate saying that out loud anymore because I know what happens next: the calls, the messages, the well-meaning panic from people afraid I’m going to hurt myself. Let me be clear: I haven’t had any thoughts of self-harm since that unforgettable day in May. Some might argue that my …
Well, back from fishing in the Wasteland—yes, it’s a real thing now in Fallout 76—and I decided to revisit some journal entries from about 20 years ago. This was pre-MySpace, peak LiveJournal days. That platform was a chaotic mess in the best way. Looking back now, I can’t help but notice how some of my …
Continue reading LiveJournal, Wasteland Fishing, and the Absurdities That Keep Me Sane
