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honey and wildfire are both the color gold

I grew up in a small, Georgia town; in a house across the street from a cemetery and down the street from some goats. It was thirty minutes from everything hustling and bustling. Both of my parents were blue-collar construction workers and I have a knack for assembling things myself (with instructions of course). 

My dad had secret artistry: through elaborate doodles and becoming a professional ballroom dancer seemingly overnight. My grandmother, Mabel Florence, was embued with art. 

Mental health awareness is fundamental to me. My mom was an undiagnosed bipolar alcoholic. I know she loved me and she tried her best, but it was difficult being her daughter. I've been diagnosed with C-PTSD because of her.

My upbringing and inherited grit have given me the tools to push past survival. By my early twenties, both sets of grandparents and my parents passed. It's been tough, to say the least, but through extended family and friends, I have built a community. I feel their love and support with me every day. 

Death is taboo, but inevitable. Having lost every immediate family (except my brother -- love you, coe) has its effect. But, it's made me so grateful to be alive. It's made my ambition and determination that much stronger. 

I promise I'm generally lighthearted. I love martial arts (third-degree black belt), hiking, painting, dancing, writing, etc. I'm a decently big nerd too. I'm currently playing Baulder's Gate and am a part of two (soon to be three) DND campaigns. 


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walk down
memory lane with me

Memory loss is a symptom of C-PTSD. The hippocampus is one of the parts of the brain that is most affected. The hippocampus is involved in memory, learning, and emotion. It mainly holds short-term memories and transfers them to long term. Because of that, bits of my childhood are forgotten. I only have pictures that sparkle a little bit of that memory. Here are some of my favourites. 

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