Personal essays on identity, survival, and the cost of being honest.
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he won’t listen or care bc he’s a Scorpio 😂
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Sycamore… or Club West? Why We Should Support the Rebrand
How do we differentiate righteous anger from moving forward in a way that actually supports survivors and community healing? Okay, let’s talk about Sycamore Brewing. Yeah, that Sycamore. The one that made headlines for all the wrong reasons. The one* former owner? Absolutely horrendous. The community? Shocked. And me? Definitely screaming at my phone a…
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After the Verdict
Justice, Power, and the Cost of Telling the Truth I have learned that justice, truth, accountability, and closure are often treated as interchangeable concepts when they are not. A legal conviction can represent justice in the narrowest sense while failing to restore anything that was taken from the person who was harmed. It can affirm…
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The Scapegoat Blueprint
Original Publish Date – March 06, 2025 A survival guide to being the family scapegoat with a voice and a diagnosis they don’t like. Let’s go ahead and name it: Systemic discrimination doesn’t only happen in government or workplaces. It happens in families too. Especially when you’ve got: • Trauma responses • A personality disorder diagnosis • A knack…
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The Gray Area
I joke about making an OnlyFans, but if I’m being real? I’m not above it. And honestly, I don’t judge the women who do it. What I’m intrigued by is why. Why is this a problem? Why is it such a cultural trigger? Don’t worry — I’m not saying this because I’m about to launch…
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The Diagnosis Explained
And for my next party trick – a blog post for the clinically misinterpreted and emotionally misdiagnosed. And everyone else, who won’t believe it’s true anyway. The Short Version My Clinical Diagnosis: I have Complex Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder, Borderline Personality Disorder, Generalized Anxiety Disorder and Major Depressive Disorder. These are…
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The Journal
I am sharing parts of journal entries from the last year. May 27, 2025 I think I’m in remission. For real. It hit me the other day, somewhere between the deli counter and the pre-cut pineapple that always smells like passive-aggression and produce rot: I think I might be in remission. Like… borderline personality disorder…
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The Ego Death
A funeral. But it’s mine. I don’t mind talking about how someone hurt me. I really don’t. I can give you timelines, quotes, maybe a playlist. But I also don’t mind talking about how I reacted—because let’s be honest, a lot of the time I was the problem, too. My brain? It attacks. It spirals.…
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