The story begins in silence. This track captures the collapse of connection, the echo of absence, and the weight of scars that never found closure. Reversed pianos, heartbeat drums, and raw vocals make it feel like breathing inside a cage. It’s the first step into brokenness—the moment where the world goes quiet, and the wounds start speaking.

My Exit Wounds Still Bleed

I’m not a musician—I’m a creator. Whether working with my hands, my mind, or my words, I approach everything with care, precision, and passion. Whether building from scratch or improving upon something abandoned, I strive to make it stand on its own.

As the owner of a handyman business, I don’t cut corners. I take that same approach in my writing and lyrics. Words, like tools, have meaning and weight. When chosen carefully, they come together to create something impactful and lasting.

Living with ADHD, PTSD, and RSD brings its challenges, but these traits fuel my creativity. ADHD, in particular, sharpens my ability to jump into new situations with fresh ideas, often finding solutions where others can’t. I don’t follow traditional paths—I carve my own.

Whether repairing something broken or building something new, I always aim to leave things better than I found them. Each song, each piece of writing, follows the same principle: a way of making sense of life’s chaos. Ultimately, I ensure that what I create is whole—completed with the same determination and care that I bring to everything I do. When I finish, no one else needs to step in.

My Exit Wounds Still Bleed

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