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Walking away from suffering.Walking towards love.With intention.
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2025 was a big year behind the lens. Astrophotography near Baker. Infrared at Point Whitehorn. The pier. Bees on fireweed. Hawaii. California. Here are the shots that stuck.
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Took a 2400 mile solo road trip to Northern California. Worked my way up the Pacific Coast from San Francisco to the Oregon border. Cried a lot. Walked 150 miles. Went to the psych ward for two days. Kissed a beautiful stranger at midnight on New Year’s Eve. Took a couple selfies. A challenging and very transformative month with an amazing end!
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A lot happened this month, to say the least. Didn’t take many pictures.
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All Hawaii. Didn’t take any other photos this month.
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For years, I thought my relentless dopamine chasing was a personal failure. Weak willpower. Poor discipline. Another addiction story. It turns out it was biology. Genetic testing confirmed what I’d long suspected: my brain is wired with significantly fewer dopamine receptors, making “normal” life feel chronically underpowered. That truth changed everything. Recovery stopped being a moral battle and became a survival strategy—one grounded in science, self-honesty, and compassion. I’m not trying to return to who I was before addiction. I’m building a new normal that actually fits my wiring, one quiet, sustainable dopamine hit at a time.
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I didn’t fix myself—I learned how to drive my bus again. Internal Family Systems gave me a language for what was already happening inside: a system of parts, each trying to protect me the only way it knew how. Addiction, anger, fear, and chaos weren’t personal failures; they were passengers fighting for control because they didn’t trust the driver. IFS taught me how to rebuild trust, regulate my system, and show up sober, present, and grounded. This work helped me stop drinking, walk away from kratom, and transform rage into something useful. For me, IFS isn’t just therapy—it’s a self-love…
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This week, I finally stopped arguing with permanence. Not the things I can change—I know that dance well—but the things I can’t. Chronic conditions. Lifelong diagnoses. Bodies and brains that don’t magically “turn around” if I just try harder. In IFS terms, I hit a trailhead where perfection, fear, shame, and denial were all standing guard. Acceptance isn’t giving up. It’s making peace. Before I can walk forward and live meaningfully with what’s permanent, I have to befriend the parts that are terrified of imperfection and rejection. When those parts feel safe, they don’t block the path anymore—they offer wisdom,…
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