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The audacity

of my brain deciding to throw in… migraines, I’ve never had them before and I am not interested in any sales pitch to try different meds until the right one is for my unique brain.

each brain is unique and I don’t believe that I need to try every brand of medicine until I’ve felt different symptoms from each bottles warning labels.

there has got to be another way where I can still live life.

water? hydration? vitamins? some sort of fruit or vegetable? dunno…

I was given a lil heating and cooling pack from a customer (so sweet). Also, a memory I won’t forget.

however, when I have a job where I have no choice but to hustle… I need to create a different approach of a protective for my brain.

please if you have ideas I’m open to try any natural things.. <3

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Let’s see where this goes

On top of not being stable and living with family through that time, blog posts became a little too much for me.

Fast forward to today I’ve moved to a new state, and I’m still learning to like it here.

Zooming into today, I made myself breakfast and I’m trying again to build this.

Let’s see where it goes.

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my life became very scary

As you know, I lived from my car for a little while there.. I didn’t know things like happening within because my body was practically in survival mode not warning me much about my nervous system. I must have missed those signs somehow because now that I have been safely tucked into a new home surrounded by people who love me unconditionally my nervous system felt safe enough to show me how much healing work needs to be done. I was not prepared for the emotional ups and down or the whiplash… there’s nothing that can prepare you for the story I am about to share.

While homeless I desperately wanted a home where I had love and people who just understand how hard it is. so what I did was reached out to family I haven’t seen in over 15 years and was welcomed to live here as long as I need. This home is magical I swear.

So when I was told yes, I packed my car early in the morning filling it up, stopped for a moment to call my parents and give them the news and they were kinda sad to see me go but also were extremely supportive. They just wanted me to come home one last time before I drove 900 miles away. I did. my pops had left to the gym, I started doing laundry waiting for both my mama and pops to come home. And as I’m helping take their trash out I get a call from my pops, a call that changed the way the Earth moves for me.

“Hey are you sitting down”

“no what’s wrong”

“your sister shot herself in the face” “but she’s still alive”

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“im coming home, were driving to Austin to pick up your mom, pack a bag…I don’t know how long we will be there”…

so all of these things I thought I could do … this website…the box idea.. having friends… have been really hard since the healing phase my sister is in… since me moving after taking care of her in her house for two weeks… just all of it.

but ill get back to it at some point…

Best always, me

This happened on April 8 it is now May 8… I know its been a whole month but I have like no motivation. only enough to heal myself right now.

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The Spin 💃🏻

The spin 💃🏻

Not the average dance, a dance with the devil. Woah back up… yeah I know. It’s as simple as that truth. Life right now feels like a constant dance with the devil with glimpses of unexplainable little sparks of miracles. I think I fucked up somewhere along the line of manifestation…

Where my writing became my reality… sounds like a fucking movie thing where some director walks out like, ”CUT”!

Nope, I’m very serious.
I don’t know how powerful our written words truly are…

What I do know is all mysteries of our universe will never be fully known.

I’ve started wondering — should I put more caution and a thought out moment for my written words?

Or should I not?

You know I am not really over the top when it comes to a belief system, but this right here is scary stuff I may have tapped into.

Writing is a ton of creative work, filled with experimenting a story line… but what happens when the written becomes true?

A cosmonaut floats effortlessly in an artistic fashion amidst a dimly lit indoor space.
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Overwhelming, but Nature Helps Me Reset

Nature has a way of recharging my energy. Not in some picture-perfect, influencer way—more like, it’s the only thing that doesn’t ask anything from me when I’m barely holding it together. I come here to breathe, especially after dealing with people who profit off hurting me.


I guess chasing dreams makes you a target. In my case, the music industry’s full of people who want to tear you apart before you even find your voice. When everyone’s loud about not rocking with you, it’s hard to stay grounded.


But nature doesn’t talk back. It doesn’t compete. It doesn’t judge. It just listens. And sometimes, that’s enough to keep me going.


There’s something about soil that feels like it pulls the chaos out of me—especially when I let my bare feet touch it with intention. It might not look like much, but for me, that’s healing.


What’s your way of grounding yourself when everything feels too loud?

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Meet my dog, Roxy

I have anxiety, and having Roxy as an Emotional Support Animal (ESA) has been life-changing. Her presence allows me to take her places with fewer questions, making daily life a little easier. Eventually, I plan on getting her proper training to become a fully certified support dog so she can accompany me anywhere with the legal protections that come with it.

Roxy is a small but incredibly smart Australian Kelpie mix. This breed is known for their sharp minds, high energy, and love for adventure—qualities that make her the perfect companion for my journey. She’s always ready for an outing, whether it’s exploring a new trail, relaxing under the stars, or just cruising with me wherever the road leads.

Since she was a puppy, I’ve taught her a variety of tricks, and she picks up on things fast. She knows how to lay down, roll over, shake, play dead, speak, shake paw, and even clean her nails. But beyond tricks, Roxy has an intuitive nature—she seems to sense when I need comfort and is always there to provide it, whether by curling up next to me or giving me her signature playful nudge.

Her adventurous spirit keeps me moving forward, and her loyalty reminds me that no matter where life takes me, I’m never alone. Roxy isn’t just my pet; she’s my best friend, my travel buddy, and my little anchor in a world that sometimes feels chaotic.

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