The Art I Could Finally Place
It is an honest reflection of love without fantasy, grief without bitterness, and memory without possession. This moment was possible because of the care and support that came before it.
May 19, 2026 Daily LifeJoy
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What Your Support Makes Possible
This gallery is a living record of real moments from my life. Every image carries meaning: what support made possible, and what care, effort, and systems it took for that moment to exist.
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Being With, Not Just For
Not all loneliness comes from a lack of people. Some of it comes from the absence of everyday, unstructured presence—the kind of connection that exists without purpose or planning. This moment reflects that distinction, and the quiet weight of living without it.
Apr 26, 2026 Daily LifeChallenges
They met it before the world did
Before anything is shared, seen, or named by others, there is a moment where something new quietly enters the life it was created from. This was that moment.
Apr 25, 2026 Daily LifePet Zone
First Night Walk Without Distress
What may look like a simple walk was actually a meaningful shift in how my nervous system and body were able to function.
Mar 6, 2026 Daily LifePet Zone
Celebrating the Walk
Small milestones deserve to be acknowledged and enjoyed, especially when they are made possible through care, support, and listening to the body.
Mar 6, 2026 Daily LifePet Zone
Birthday amidst Fragility: Nick's Choice
Being chosen and cared for, even when I felt like I had nothing to give, reminded me that love doesn’t depend on what I can offer—it can simply exist in being together.
Jun 22, 2025 Daily LifeJoy
Birthday amidst Fragility: When things fall apart
When things fell apart, what mattered wasn’t the disruption—it was choosing each other and continuing anyway.
Jun 22, 2025 Daily LifeChallenges
Birthday amidst Fragility: Second chance
Choosing to try again—together—turned a messy moment into something we could return to with care and pride.
Jun 22, 2025 Daily LifeChallenges
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The Art I Could Finally Place
It is an honest reflection of love without fantasy, grief without bitterness, and memory without possession. This moment was possible because of the care and support that came before it.
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When I asked Nick, when we were still together, if there was anything I could do to meet all he had been doing for me, his response was,
“I love it when you color. Can you color something for me? I will put anything you color on my desk.”
I was so glad I could do something for him, given how much he had been carrying to keep me going when I could barely hold myself up.
I started thinking and planning for weeks after. I saw how depressed he was getting, burned out from caregiving without support. He talked often about how dark everything felt.
I wanted to create something that showed how I experienced him, in joy and in sadness, in pain and in love. He was a warm and vibrant person at his core, whom I adored and respected. I wanted something that would hold up a mirror to who he was, that would be there for him even on days when he couldn’t see it on his own.
By the time I started finalizing what I was going to do, we had separated.
I knew deep in my heart that I wanted to create it because this art wasn’t about our relationship; it was about how I saw him. So I started it.
My first portrait work I had ever done. Every color, every stroke was intentionally chosen to reflect the colors or textures I associated with his presence.
The way I would work on this piece was very intentional too. I would play the song “A Thousand Years” with a slideshow of our pictures on my laptop while I created it. I wanted this to be created from my experience of him.
When we separated, the last time I spoke to him, he said I could send him emails and he would see them when he had capacity.
So, I was planning to send this in an email on his birthday and maybe mail it to an address if he wanted.
As I finally got to drawing his features, it had been a while since I had been with him, and I was struggling to feel connected, to draw from my felt experience of him. So I stopped.
I stopped because the piece was to honor how I saw him, and when that connection faded, it felt wrong to keep going, because it would no longer be honest to the intention.
I just left that on my art table, and it sat there for the next few months. Every time I saw it, I said, “Hi, Nick,” with a smile. I love him, I do now and I know I always will. Because relationship is not the same as person. And this particular person changed my life in ways I cannot fully name.
He deserves to know that no matter how dark things might get, he has this vibrancy and warmth within him that will continue to be there. Always.
Even unfinished, this piece is complete to me. Because it is an honest reflection of how I saw him.
Today, I finally felt ready to set it in a frame.
I don’t have money to get a right-sized frame. So I cut a Ziploc in half, placed the piece in it, and mounted it onto a wooden board that is now sitting on my bookshelf.
Right before I put it up, I wanted to write something.
So there it is, his name written with love and the title of the piece on the back.
As I look at it now, I feel a sense of warmth. I am grateful for him, and even if it never got to him, I think this piece met its purpose.
To reflect Nick as I knew him.
There is always a small hope that lives very deep inside that one day he might be able to see it or have it. I don’t deny it, I honor it. Hope without longing alongside gratitude without fantasy. A beautiful blend. I am glad I am here with it.
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Being With, Not Just For
Not all loneliness comes from a lack of people. Some of it comes from the absence of everyday, unstructured presence—the kind of connection that exists without purpose or planning. This moment reflects that distinction, and the quiet weight of living without it.
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This afternoon, I did something significant—I posted a launch event for the Self-Perception Studio.
But this moment here is not about that.
It’s about the feeling that maybe what I do doesn’t matter.
As an individual who has been in my bedroom for much of my time since February 2025, living by myself and rarely having visitors who come just to spend time with me, it gets lonely.
People who come into my home are usually care providers, neighbors helping with Toffee’s walk, or sometimes emergency professionals.
People who come here to do something.
I do have people in my life—people who reach out sometimes, people I host on meetups every Tuesday and Thursday night.
And yet, somehow, I feel alone.
Not because I have no one in my life—I know I do.
This feeling is not about not having people.
It’s about needing a kind of connection that is simply part of life.
Someone who doesn’t have to be here for something.
Someone who is here just to be with me.
Someone choosing to drop by to play a board game.
Someone choosing to come hang out for a bit.
Someone smiling at me being silly.
Someone laughing with me.
Someone saying, “I like seeing you.”
It’s crazy how simple that sounds, and yet how rarely I have it.
It hits harder on some days than others.
With my memoir and the virtual studio launch on the horizon, I think my longing for connection—and for some signal that what I do and who I am matters—makes sense.
I know I matter to my body.
I know I matter to my babies—Toffee, Milo, Nacho, and Cheese.
I know the work I do and who I am matter to me, and maybe to someone somewhere who feels alone too. I know that deep in my heart.
Sometimes, it just feels good to hear it too.
The work I do is not the kind that makes noise or shifts rooms, so it’s easy to question whether it matters at all.
Especially given my lived reality and limited capacity, I only have so much I can do in a day—or in a life.
What I want myself to remember is this:
This moment right here matters.
It’s all I have.
And I am living it fully, even when I miss what I don’t have.
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They met it before the world did
Before anything is shared, seen, or named by others, there is a moment where something new quietly enters the life it was created from. This was that moment.
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Today, the book got a cover.
Not on a screen.
Not as an idea.
Not as something I was still shaping.
Something I could hold.
I have been building my memoir for a while now, and just a few days ago, I finished the pieces that made it a reading experience. Then it needed to become a book—something someone can encounter.
Today, it became that.
When I printed the cover to see how it feels to encounter it, my babies knew it was a moment to share.
Before I could fully take it in,
they came.
Toffee approached first, slowly, through scent.
Milo followed—watching, pausing, exploring.
They didn’t know what it was called.
They didn’t know what it meant.
They didn’t know what it took to get here.
They just met it.
Curious.
Calm.
Present.
The cover sat between them, not as something introduced, but as something placed into the life that held me while I built it.
And for a moment, that was enough.
Before the book entered the world.
Before readers.
Before meaning-making.
Before the world meets it.
It was here.
In the same space where I’ve lived, struggled, healed, created.
In the presence of the beings who have witnessed me through it all.
They met it before the world did.
And somehow, that felt right.
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First Night Walk Without Distress
What may look like a simple walk was actually a meaningful shift in how my nervous system and body were able to function.
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For most people, stepping outside for a short walk with their dog is a completely ordinary moment. For me, it was something my body had not been able to do on my feet for a very long time.
On this night, something was different.
I stepped outside with Toffee like I do sometimes to give her a potty break. At first I moved slowly, paying attention to how my body felt with each step. Usually there is a moment when my system begins to signal that it cannot tolerate the activity. But this time that moment didn’t come.
We kept walking.
Ten minutes passed.
And my body was still okay, and just communicated that it was reaching its limit, needed me to step back inside. And I did. It was a total of 15 minutes on my feet outside under the sky marveling the stars.
That might sound like a very small amount of time, but for me it represented something meaningful. It meant my body was able to remain regulated during a type of movement that had previously been difficult or unsafe.
Toffee, of course, was simply enjoying her walk, sniffing the grass and exploring the world the way dogs do, knowing her person was with her. In many ways, that normalcy was part of what made the moment feel so special.
Moments like this are the reason I created this Living Gallery. What may appear as ordinary moments often represent layers of safety, care, support, patience, and persistence behind the scenes.
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Celebrating the Walk
Small milestones deserve to be acknowledged and enjoyed, especially when they are made possible through care, support, and listening to the body.
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Earlier that night, I walked for 15 minutes without distress to give Toffee her potty break. A Milestone ‘My body is building safety and rebuilding in safety’. I remember repeating “I’m so fricking proud of myself” under the stars as I walked Toffee home.
That day, Erica — my care provider — had picked up groceries from a local donation center, so I had food at home.
When I came back inside, I felt a mixture of gratitude and excitement. I knew I wanted to celebrate.
I called a friend and said ‘Guess what?! I was outside on my feet and walked for 15 minutes without distress!’ She responded with ‘Hooray!’ and I could hear her excitement even at 10PM.
I looked around at what we got donated and thought about food I could make with minimal effort. Celebration that meets the moment without exertion – Nothing elaborate, just something simple and joyful.
A small cupcake, some garlic bread, and Toffee nearby keeping me company.
Celebrating moments like this matters to me. It helps me recognize progress, honor my body’s efforts, and acknowledge the layers of care and support that make these moments possible.
Sometimes celebration is quiet. Sometimes it is just a cupcake and a smile.
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Birthday amidst Fragility: Nick's Choice
Being chosen and cared for, even when I felt like I had nothing to give, reminded me that love doesn’t depend on what I can offer—it can simply exist in being together.
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By June 2025, I was in the midst of significant changes in my functioning, and when my birthday came, I didn’t know if I had anything to give.
Nick showed up the evening before and chose to be there—not just to say happy birthday, but to stay, to be with me through the night and into the next day.
There’s something about that kind of presence that makes you feel, I am loved.
He showed up with a huge stack of Teddy Grahams. He remembered how much I enjoyed them as a snack during iron infusions at the hospital and chose to surprise me with a bunch, which happened to be delivered just before my birthday.
The next morning, I got my birthday gift—Mr. Penguin. I love cuddling, and he wanted me to have a cuddle buddy.
I remember feeling a kind of joy that wasn’t looking for anything—just pure excitement at this soft toy, and the realization that just a day ago, I didn’t think any of this was possible.
To me, the most meaningful part of it all was this: someone choosing me, staying, and sharing simple things together.
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Birthday amidst Fragility: When things fall apart
When things fell apart, what mattered wasn’t the disruption—it was choosing each other and continuing anyway.
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Nick ordered food to celebrate. I got to pick the cake for later, and we had it all delivered.
There it was—our lunch: biryani and gobi 65, something we both love.
And then, all of it fell.
Just like that. On the floor.
We both looked at each other in uncertainty. There wasn’t a big reaction. No panic. Just a moment where things didn’t go the way we expected, and we had to decide what to do with that.
That could have been the point where the day felt ruined.
Where we said, “this didn’t work.”
But I saw this person I loved, and I knew spilled food wasn’t going to ruin what we had here. I gave him a hug and said, “we got this.”
I cleaned it up slowly. As I swept, he was reordering the food.
Sometimes, things fall apart.
Not everything goes the way you plan.
And we choose how it defines the day.
Sometimes, the choice is just:
picking up what’s in front of you,
and continuing anyway.
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Birthday amidst Fragility: Second chance
Choosing to try again—together—turned a messy moment into something we could return to with care and pride.
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After our lunch fell on the floor and we cleaned it up, Nick ordered the food again.
And when he came back through the door, holding that second delivery, it felt different—not just because it was food, but because of what it represented.
We didn’t give up on the moment.
We didn’t walk away from the day.
We chose to try again. Together.
And then we sat down and ate, with pride.
Not because everything went perfectly, but because we stayed with it long enough to come back to it.
Joy doesn’t only exist when things go right.
It is a choice—something you choose even when circumstances feel broken.
And I learned that sometimes, love looks like:
someone walking back through the door,
carrying a second chance.
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