After a difficult weekend at a family graduation, I found myself reflecting on loss, isolation, disability, and the life I thought I'd be living. Sometimes being left to your own devices isn't loneliness—it's freedom.
After a difficult weekend at a family graduation, I found myself reflecting on loss, isolation, disability, and the life I thought I'd be living. Sometimes being left to your own devices isn't loneliness—it's freedom.
Sometimes the biggest changes aren't visible. A memory from the Army, a lesson from Burning Man, and the realities of stroke recovery led me to a simple question: after all the complaining, what are you actually doing to fix it?
The hardest part of grief isn’t always the catastrophe itself. Sometimes it’s realizing the world quietly resumes while you’re still standing in the wreckage trying to understand what survived.
Self-medication is rarely about getting high — it is about getting relief. This sardonic reflection explores trauma, addiction, avoidance, and society’s obsession with feeling better immediately instead of actually healing.