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Memoirs

Dirty Work

Clean Break wrapped the story. Dirty Work is where I can finally start to unpack what it all actually did to me.

Memoirs

Clean Break

Everyone keeps telling me I must be relieved. Sure. My cortisol disagrees.

A white flower blooming through cracked debris — a symbol of resilience, healing, and returning to peace after chaos.

Memoirs

Return to Center

Things are finally settling down, and honestly, it’s unsettling.

Memoirs

Triggers and Treasures

Some memories feel like a hug, others feel like a left hook. I wrote about both.

hand clasping cat paw — grief, ritual, and loss.

Memoirs

The Grief I Deserved

I always assumed I’d be reasonable about losing a pet when the time came. Molly made sure I was wrong about that.

Essay about family estrangement, boundaries, and fatherhood.

Dysfunction Diaries

Enough

Every family has competing narratives of the truth, but I'm not interested in winning an argument. This is the one based on the decisions and realities we actually lived through.

A woman walking away form her office for the last time—symbolizing endings, clarity, and new beginnings.

Memoirs

The Best Thing I Never Got

That "no" shredded me inside, but it also ended up rerouting my entire life, which...feels a little rude in hindsight, but I'm not mad about it. (Not anymore, anyway.)

A kettlebell-shaped weight constructed from crumpled food wrappers, cans, and packaging, resting on a dark floor.

Memoirs

The Easiest 50 Pounds I Ever Lost

I lost the weight. Yay, me. But the real flex was finally giving up on the whole "my body is the enemy" schtick. That changed everything.

A sky with clouds, representing the emotional turmoil that lingers after physical change.

Memoirs

The Weight I Still Carry

I changed my body twice, and the hardest part was realizing my mindset still hadn't changed. I really thought it would feel easier by now.

A woman standing in the dark with her finger to her lips, symbolizing silence and unspoken family secrets.

Memoirs

The Silence Was a Choice

I’ve spent years watching adults avoid difficult conversations and then wonder why everything fell apart. I wish that surprised me more than it does.