It feels surreal to find myself standing in a place I thought I’d left behind fifteen years ago. Only this time, it’s worse. My injuries weren’t caused by me — not exactly. A series of massive, life‑altering events unfolded, the kind I’m not ready to fully unpack today. And yes, there’s bitterness in that. It tastes like steel. To be put back in this position again, with even more of my body affected, and to be mistreated in ways that showed no concern for me… it’s soul‑crush

Life according to Bo: I’m working here!

Travel Mount St. Helen’s

There’s a certain kind of exhaustion that settles into your bones after a long week — the kind that doesn’t just make you tired, but makes you question why everything feels so heavy. David and I had one of those weeks. The kind where every day felt like a sprint, every task felt urgent, and every responsibility demanded more than we had to give. By the time we got home, we were both carrying the weight of it. We sat outside together, letting the warm, sticky air wrap around u