honey and wildfire are both the color gold

I grew up in a small, Georgian town that was twenty minutes from every that mattered with an abusive mother. ​

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It's awkward, for me, to be open about my life now. I feel like it always leaves people in a bit of a shock and I'm not sure how to help my telling. 

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Death's affect on me is like the moon. No matter how much the feelings wax and wane, they are always there. Angsty, I know. My father died when I was 5. My abusive mother raised and isolated me from my family until she died from COVID when I was 21. 

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The following year, my grandfather. The year after, my grandmother, Mabel Florence. I called her May. I get a lot from her: my artistry and my stubbornness are the biggest. 

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Being lonely growing up allowed me to build a wide foundation of interests: martial arts, hiking, painting, dancing, writing and anything within the artistic vein. 

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With my background, mental health advocacy is extremely important to me. My mother was an undiagnosed bipolar narcissist. I've been diagnosed with C-PTSD and every day is a struggle. Outside of anything I do in life, I want to help and give back. I want to break cycles and make sure that no child has to grow up feeling as alone as I did. 

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I promise, I'm not always a downer. That's why I say "honey and wildfire are both the color gold".  Outside of all the drudgery, I love D&D. My dream role is to play this fierce, elven warrior (who is also a sorcerer, obviously). I crave adventure. I haven't travelled much given the circumstances, but when I look back on my life I want to remember nothing but the adventures. 

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I would love to connect. 

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xoxo

noë

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