When I was 14 going on 15, locked up in a maximum security juvenile detention centre, a social worker said to me, “When you’re an adult, you can do whatever you want. Nobody can stop you then.” That was the first time it occurred to me that maybe adulthood wouldn’t be as bad as most grownups made it seem. Because honestly? From my perspective then, it didn’t look like something anyone would want any part of.

Well, it’s been 40 years, and people are STILL trying to tell me what to do—still threatening to put me away or insisting things will somehow turn out very badly for me if I refuse to conform to their idea of what’s acceptable.

There’s ALWAYS someone trying to knock the wind out of my sails. So let me flip the script and ask YOU: do you actually PREFER me miserable, small, and drained of energy, drive, ambition and the very will to live? And if so, what the actual fuck is that all about?

Maybe ask yourself: what do you have to gain by dragging me down? Maybe ask yoursef why you need to box in my free spirit. Maybe ask yourself if the problem isn’t your unwillingness to change whatever the fuck is wrong with YOUR life.

Next time any of you comes at me, just be prepared for me to ask you: tell me who hurt YOU and killed YOUR will to make the world a better place?
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Navigating the Unknown

Sometimes the unknown isn’t a dark void—it’s a swirling, chaotic expanse of possibility. This piece was born from a time when I felt completely untethered, navigating grief, mental illness, and the constant pressure to conform. Each dot, each line, was my way of carving out a path through uncertainty, even when I had no idea where I was going.

It’s funny how often people assume that if you’re lost, you must want to be found. What if some of us are meant to explore the edges, the in-between spaces where nothing is certain? What if the act of navigating is the whole point?

This is my map of the unknown—imperfect, meandering, and unapologetically mine.

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• A Christmas gift to myself
• A few of the drawings I destroyed this year
• THE AKATHISIA FILES: PT 5
• THE AKATHISIA FILES: PT 4
• “I like rocks.”

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