On October 17th, 2025, I cracked my skull on a dryer door and it nearly took everything.

I stood up too fast to move laundry and the top of my head slammed into the metal door. I felt okay, so we iced it and kept watching TV.

Two hours later my whole body turned to static. My eyesight went. I called out for my partner and my voice glitched. For about twenty seconds I couldn't move or speak. I was locked out of my own body.

We rushed to the ER. I passed out in the hallway and threw up three times in the car. On the way there, more scared than I'd ever been, I started reciting my own lyrics in the dark. I just wanted to know my brain could still hold the thing that made me me. It could. Barely. But it could.

They said it was a Traumatic brain injury. They sent us home, and that's when the hard part actually started.

I didn't leave my bed for three weeks. Some mornings I woke up and didn't know who I was, so I scrolled through photos of myself to remember. For months I couldn't look at a screen. Couldn't work. Couldn't make anything. Ten weeks of vestibular therapy, three times a day. Brain scans every month. And the bills kept stacking the whole time I was down.

I've built my whole life around words. I move fast because slowing down has always scared me. But I couldn't spiral this time, I didn't have room to. So I meditated whenever I could and let myself sit in it. For the first time in years, I took a long pause.

That pause became the album. TRAUMATICA is ten tracks of it. The hit, the static, the silence, the part where you start putting yourself back together. It's the most honest thing I've ever made and it only exists because I lived through it.

$13,000 covers the medical and recovery debt from the months I was down.

$7,000 covers living costs while I get the music out and find my footing again.