I write this from a place of exhaustion, gratitude, sadness, confusion, hopefulness, and rawness. 2025 was extremely formative. It's conflicting being a writer- on one hand, I want to be as vulnerable and open as I can. This is my outlet, and I will never shy away from expressing my feelings. On the other hand, I have learned to keep certain aspects of my life private and wish to maintain a level of sacredness regarding my personal life. That being said, I'm going to be trans

I was trying to get out of hosting Music Bingo tonight. My stomach was hurting, I'm depressed as hell, I'm exhausted, and I wanted a night off. No luck, so I took a cat nap. To no surprise, I woke up feeling worse. I fixed myself some dinner, took a quick shower and headed to my gig. I'm no stranger to "performing" or being "on" when I would rather be doing anything else, so I did my usual trick- deep breath, slap on a smile, practice my emoting voice, and game on. Busy crowd