religion and spirituality is something i have struggled with since my teens. i was a methodist for a long time (my families religion) but i always felt awkward in church. for some reason the word God makes me feel uncomfortable. even now. ive been into and out of buddhism and krishna consciousness for several years…

i’m coming up on my 1 year ampuversary next month. something i never thought i would be recognizing. some may not know what it is, and its simply the anniversary of my amputation. in the vedic philosophy it is taught that we are not this body. i had detached from my body when i broke…

in many ways, i am a survivor. i’ve survived losing a leg, i’ve survived gender re-assignment surgery, i’ve survived mental health battles, and i have survived sexual assault. the last being what i’m going to focus on tonight. its part of my story and i have come so far in dealing with it. i was…

i’ve been told when one loses a limb they go through stages of grief. i expected it, but i never imagined it happening the way it did. and i’m certainly not done with the process. june 12th is my 1 year ampuversary. after my amputation i felt frustrated. i was navigating the rehab hospital and…

when i was 20 i was diagnosed with bipolar 1 disorder. i have a super long diagnosis that i won’t type out here but its basically that i have a pretty bad mood disorder. it’s pretty well controlled by a nice concoction of medication but some days it rears its ugly head. this whole quarantine…

so tonight i’m gonna write about childhood. i don’t remember a lot of mine to be honest. people will say “do you remember when this happened?” and the majority of the time my answer is “no”. i didn’t have a bad or traumatic childhood. i grew up in a small town in indiana. my parents…

i’m about to talk about something that most people don’t know about me. my family and a few friends know. and some folks on some message boards i am on. really it’s something i shouldn’t be ashamed of. its part of my body that is broken due to my accident. i’ll get right to it….

january 3rd of 2015 is a day i will never forget. my buddy and i were going to get my cat a birthday present. i wasn’t sure what. maybe a toy. some catnip. we headed into the metro station and started walking down the moving escalator. i remember feeling unstable and next thing i know…

i suppose i should actually write something rather than just play around with design (which i still don’t like the front page so we shall see where that goes). this blog is a combo of my therapist telling me i need to write, my mom and friends telling me i need to write, and just…