As many of you know, my life has been… difficult the last few years. I’ve had it even worse lately and I’ve not been around.

My father, who I was quite close to and whom I’ve been helping to care for for the last 7 years passed away, and due to the president and his war on science, I was unable to take time away ti see him before he passed. I hate myself all the more for it. My life will never be the same.

I’ve lost other family members from the fallout. People who… turned out to be very unkind who I thought loved me. I was recently homeless this year, out of stubbornness and anger but still homeless. I don’t do drugs, never have, snd the stigma has followed me this whole year for living at a shelter. Not because I did anything wrong. But simply because I decided I wanted to be a scientist and try to help humanity.

Life has become… too hard… and it was already too hard before.


I know many of you have reached out worried About me. To you few I am eternally grateful. And to those who I thought would but never did… I honestly understand. We all have our demons and struggles. And I’m just words to many.


Thank you for those who genuinely cared. I don’t know if I’ll be back. Ever. But I appreciate you. I do. And I’m sorry.