Welcome to Tell Them I Did It For Love

I survived. But I have notes. Personal essays on trauma, grief, existentialism, and whatever the hell happened here. 🙂

‘Tell Them I Did It For Love’ was my yearbook quote (from way back when). I went completely off the rails as young adult in my quest for love. After a traumatic and loveless upbringing and childhood I would do anything to simply feel an ounce of something, from someone. And I suppose now, as a fully fledged and mostly sane human adult, it anchors my existence here. Everything I do is for love.

Anyway, sappy shit over with, some disclaimers… I don’t use trigger warnings, I swear a lot, I live with CPTSD from childhood and adult physical and sexual abuse… it’ll probably feel like ‘a lot’ here at times. If you want to know more about the lore of the site, start here.

I’ve also got a bunch of resources for you, because I want this space to feel like a cute little internet community of people just trying to make meaning of this weird and wonderful life without drowning on the way there. Welcome.

Oh, and finally, there will be some inconsistencies, wrong timings and dates and events here and there, it’s my attempt to throw you off the case of who I actually am, because for now, anonymous feels good. You get to decide what is and isn’t real. Like a story… How fun!