With Love, and Wafflenugget
Start here to explore my second memoir and the chapters I've written so far
Hello Beautiful Human —
Thank you so much for being here. I never thought I would be read, let alone live outside a locked residential psych ward, so I really do mean that.
This is the story of how, after being told I’d only survive in a locked psychiatric ward, I rebuilt my life by re-wiring my entire brain.
Most importantly, this is the story of how I reclaimed myself — and how love and a dog named Waffle saved me.
To read the story of my life before that time, you can do so here.
Please note: This is undoubtedly a work in process (not progress, I am not here to optimize myself). I live with dissociative fugue and a shattered memory, so I’m writing this through memory reconsolidation work with my therapist, journal entries, health records, and interviews (all names unless explicitly stated are pseudonyms). As a result, it is undoubtedly messy, just like me.
And now, without further ado, enjoy the book I hope to one day call — With Love and Wafflenugget.
As always, thank you for the honor of being seen and read. I still can hardly believe it’s the case, but I don’t take that privilege lightly at all.