Steadfast Sanity

Where broken becomes beautiful

mental-health

  • under Construction The museum opens at dawn, though you won’t arrive until much later. I am here in the quiet blue light, walking through galleries I have curated for years now, my footsteps finding the same worn paths they always find. You’ve been here before. I remember you, the way you paused at the silver… Read more

  • An Overexplainer’s Corner of the Internet A Note Before You Read I’ve been staring at something on my wall. It’s been there for a few months now, and if you walked into my living room you’d probably notice it immediately — it doesn’t exactly blend in. But life moves fast, and I’ve been moving with… Read more

  • Learning Disabled: My Special School Part Two Culture Shock The special school only went through eighth grade. That was always the plan—intensive intervention designed to rewire your brain, then release you back into the wild. I had tools now. Strategies. A Blue Book full of sound patterns burned into my memory. Three and a half… Read more

  • Learning Disabled: My Special School Part One Author’s Note: What follows is a story recalled from childhood memories. I am telling it now as a thirty-something adult, which means the lens has changed. A child experiences things one way; an adult understands them differently. That doesn’t make the childhood memories less valid—it just means I’m… Read more

  • Everyone Saw Your Ugly!

    What Happens When You Get The Thing You Were Bitter About? Here’s a question I’ve been sitting with lately: What do you do when you finally get something you wanted — something you were publicly, visibly, ugly about not having? I’m not talking about private disappointment. I’m not talking about quietly hoping for something and… Read more

  • Why I’m Still Talking

    The Christmas Letter This year, I sent out my first Christmas letter. That might not sound like much. People do it all the time. But if you know anything about my story—about how life smacked me in the face the moment I left my parents’ house and handed me a bill I had no idea… Read more

  • An Author’s Note: The Architecture of What I Couldn’t Say A Departure If you’ve followed my blog for any length of time, you know what I do here. I tell stories. Real ones. My name, my face, my mess—all of it laid out in black and white for anyone willing to read. I’ve written about… Read more

  • When Your Gut Knows What Your Heart Won’t Accept Sometimes the most devastating betrayals come not from enemies, but from the people who convince you they’re your closest allies. I was sitting in that dimly lit restaurant, watching Eugenia’s mouth move as she laid out evidence with receipts and screenshots, when I realized I’d been… Read more

  • _________________________________________ Photo Disclaimer: Several photos of Walle accompany this story. One image shows him after rhinoplasty surgery and may be graphic in nature. While I have many photos documenting his journey, I’ve chosen to share the gentlest images that non-animal people can tolerate while still honoring the reality of what he survived. Author’s Note: Location… Read more

  • Blueprints in the Wilderness: The Karen and Albert Story Legal Disclaimer: The following is my retelling of events from my perspective and memory. Names have been changed for privacy. Any mention of companies, including Mattress Firm, reflects solely my individual experience and should not be construed as representative of the company as a whole. The… Read more