TLDR: On October 17th, 2025, I suffered a traumatic brain injury. I couldn't work, couldn't create, couldn't really be myself for months — and the medical debt, missed income, and cost of recovery stacked up while I lay still. I launched a Kickstarter to fund the full comeback to try and get back on my feet AND fund my next series of albums... ran It for 40 days through intense healing... but It didn't reach its goal. The albums are still coming anyway, This GoFundMe isn't about whether the music gets made. It's about whether I can make it without losing everything in the process.

On October 17th, 2025, my partner and I were watching old Halloween shows. I rushed to move laundry from the washer to the dryer.. stood up way too fast.. and the top of my skull met the solid metal bottom of the dryer door. The sound was indescribable. The world snapped, instantly — but I felt okay, given the hit I just had.

We iced it for a while and kept watching TV for two more hours. I really thought I was fine.

Then my entire body turned to static. My eyesight followed. I called out — "Babe.. Babe!" — and my voice glitched. For ten, maybe twenty seconds, I couldn't move. Couldn't speak. Locked out of my own body. When I came back, I didn't know what had happened.

We rushed to the ER. I went unconscious in the hallway. I threw up three times in the car. And somewhere between our apartment and the hospital — terrified in a way I had never been before — I started reciting my music. Every verse. Every line. Syllable by syllable, in the dark, just to prove my brain could still hold the thing that made me me. I could.. barely. But I could.

After 3—4 hours and many tests, the doctors sent us home. Strong concussion. Traumatic Brain Injury. No immediate visible brain bleeding. Thank God.

But the next three weeks, I didn't leave my bed. I slept the first three days straight. PTSD nightmares every night that first week. Some mornings I woke up and didn't know who I was — and had to scroll through pictures of myself just to remember.

For months I couldn't look at a screen. Couldn't work, couldn't create.. couldn't really do anything. The injury changed my vision, forcing me to get glasses to help my eyes refocus. I went through ten weeks of vestibular physical therapy — exercises three times a day for 70 days. Multiple brain scans each month to rule out internal bleeding and swelling. Medical debt stacking while the calendar moved and the music stayed silent.

For someone who spent 15 years building an identity around words — who moved through the world at full speed because stopping felt like dying — the silence was its own kind of loss. But through it, I knew I couldn't afford to spiral. So I meditated, every moment I could. I stayed as present as possible and let myself be exactly where I was.. and for the first time in many years, I took a long pause.

That pause became the album. TRAUMATICA is all ten tracks of that experience — the hit, the static, the silence, the rebuilding, and what waits on the other side of it. It's the most honest thing I've ever made, and it exists because I survived.

The Kickstarter closed without hitting its goal. That doesn't change what's coming — TRAUMATICA is finished, the rollout is planned, and the next two years of releases are already sequenced. What it does change is how I land. I'm dropping everything independently, without the runway that campaign would've created, while still carrying the debt and lost income from the months I spent unable to work at all.

$13,000 covers the medical and recovery debt that stacked while I was down.

$7,000 covers living expenses while I get the releases out and find stable ground again.

The music was never contingent on anyone's permission. This just helps me make sure I'm still standing when it arrives.