This is not a self-help blog.
This a pressure leak.
A cracked door.
A fist through the drywall.
I’m not here to inspire anyone.
I’m here because I’m tired of pretending I’m fine.
Some entries will be philosophical.
Some will be fragments.
What matters is that it moves.
This is a refusal to stop pursuing.
This is me keeping score.
This is me documenting the damage.
No permission.
No polish.
No performance.
If you’re reading this, don’t expect comfort.
Expect honesty.
Expect mess.
Expect the animal part of a person finally standing up.
Welcome to Feral Pursuits.
No map.
No leash.
No apologies.
