
From a 9mm
to 4235M above sea level.
Not peace. A new way to fight the battle."
Rock bottom. Not a metaphor. A storage room on a ship in Norfolk, Virginia, with a loaded weapon and a uniform that felt like a cage.
A phone call telling me my father was found with a new hole in his head.
The bottom of an empty bottle.
The shake left in a bag.
When she walked away from me, I knew I had to too.
The Philippines, India, Tibet, China.
Not studying trauma from a textbook, but staying in it until I understood how to face it.
It wasn't a journey to find myself, it was a journey to find ways lose everything that I've been holding onto.


