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 …

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Surgery and Strange Conversations

Facing surgery with equal parts nerves and hope, I reflect on the strangeness of convincing a surgeon I was ready—and on gratitude for my family, the VA, and the promise of pain relief.