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: survival
File This Under Adulting
Adulting isn’t just bills and groceries—it’s the heavy weight of making decisions alone after years of partnership. From bad floors to life-changing choices, I’m learning how to carry it.
Battle-Weary in September
September drags old scars into the light. PTSD anniversaries, bad memories, and a country at odds with itself. Sometimes the Wasteland is the only place I can breathe.
Laughing in the Dark
Dark humor isn’t cruelty—it’s survival. From the Army to EMS to nursing, it’s the only way I’ve made sense of the senseless. If you’re shocked, that’s fine—my mom and my dog get it, and they’re the only jury that matters.