I missed last week’s blog and honestly there was not some big reason behind it other than I just did not have it in me. I am tired. Not “I need a nap” tired. I feel like I have not had a moment to catch up or have a true break in a long time. My mental health feels wildly strained which feels almost ironic with it being May and Mental Health Awareness Month. My heart has hurt more than I ever thought it would lately. It has been one of those stretches of time where everything

I think people romanticize the road a lot. The music. The backstage views. The cities. The idea of constantly being surrounded by concerts and bands you grew up loving. And don’t get me wrong, there really are beautiful moments hidden inside all of this chaos. There are nights where I stop and think, “holy shit, this is actually my life.” But there’s another side people don’t really see. Or maybe they just don’t want to. Because no matter how loudly I talk about the exhaustio

It took 1,728 miles over four days to get to Philadelphia for Sing Us Home Festival before this tour even officially started. The hours blur together somewhere between truck stop coffee, podcasts, panic spirals, and trying to remember if you actually answered that email or just thought about answering it. This is my apology for all the emails that get lost in the shuffle. But Sing Us Home reminded me why I keep doing this.That festival feels different. It genuinely feels like

My tattoo is near a place that holds a lot of painful history. Now it is a reminder to be kind to myself and goes with the Blockbuster saying "be kind. please rewind" Panic and anxiety on the road and well in any life situation.....is not quiet. It’s not always manageable. It’s loud and truly overwhelming. And sometimes it takes over your entire body, your entire focus. A friend asked me earlier, “What does a panic attack actually feel like?” And the only way I could explain