In the beginning....

I was Born in Springfield.... the rest of the shit came after.....

That’s the first fact. The rest of the story is still being written.

Springfield has always felt like a place that doesn’t pretend to be more than it is. Working-class roots, hard winters, and people who keep going whether the odds look good or not. I came into that world at Wesson Women’s, and in a lot of ways I’ve never really left the attitude that place seems to grow.

This site isn’t about polishing anything up. It’s about putting some of the real pieces down while I still can — the transplant years, the bipolar, the long stretches of just staying upright, and the quiet decision to keep getting back up anyway.

This is the beginning.