You say tomato… I say, pterodactyl!

I recently lost my job. My current health insurance ends at the end of this month unless I pay the full premium. If I can keep this plan, it can carry me for up to 18 months—enough runway to commit to treatment, show up for myself daily, and build something that helps others.

For 25 years, I lived in a loop—addiction, sadness, self-hatred. Every day felt like peeling off another piece of my soul just to function. I kept asking, “Why do I keep doing this when I hate what it makes me become?”

Recently, God gave me an answer. The trauma I buried since childhood finally made sense. The grip began to loosen. That wasn’t the cure—but it was the turning point.

I need to be shown how to live differently: how to think, feel, and act without letting old wounds run the show. For the first time, I can see the person I was meant to be—a good human being who made some bad choices, not a bad person.

Everything I offer starts at $5. If that’s what you can give, that’s more than enough. But if you feel an item is worth more—or if you want to give more—you decide the value. Call it a purchase, a donation, or just generosity. I’m putting myself out here humbly, maybe a little crazy, hoping it sparks people to help instead of look away.

Direct support goes to insurance first. Any extra fuels recovery, music, and creating for others like me.