I Am a Father the System Forgot
She doesn’t know the sound of my voice anymore.Not the real one.Not the one that sang her to sleep.Not the
Billys Voice
This is my direct line to you. It’s where I’ll share my own personal messages, updates about where I’m at, and just talk about whatever’s on my mind. It’s me trying to be totally open and honest, to build a real connection, letting you hear me, unfiltered. This is me, talking straight from my heart.
I Wasn’t a Scam. I Was a Story That Collapsed Under Expectation
You can call it what you want.A scam.A joke.A headline.A cautionary tale. But let me tell you what it really
Rebuilding Bridges: The Quiet Work of Restoring Trust and Relationships in a Post-Crisis World
The hardest part of collapse isn’t always the moment everything falls apart.It’s what happens after. The silence.The distance.The people you
Radical Responsibility: How I Turned Collapse Into a Code for Living
There was a time I thought taking responsibility meant standing in front of a crowd and saying, “I’m sorry.”Now I
Finding Solace in the Storm: My Journey Through Mental Health and Public Scrutiny
There’s no manual for what happens when your name becomes the story.When strangers dissect your character, mock your mistakes, and
The Phoenix and the Ash: Finding Renewal After Catastrophic Failure
I found myself standing in a ruin of my own making—Glasgow’s streets felt wrong, and yet I wouldn’t leave. The
The Silent Struggle: Addressing Mental Health Behind the Public Persona
I put on a brave face every time I step into the light. It’s like suiting up in armour you’ve
Beyond the Headlines: Reclaiming Your Narrative in the Digital Age
In our digital age, reclaiming your own narrative isn’t just about strategy—it’s fundamental to surviving as yourself. Today, misinformation can
What Redemption Actually Feels Like (It’s Not What You Think)
Everyone talks about redemption like it’s a film. Like some big, dramatic scene, you know? A speech you give, a
Why I Burned the Mask: Killing Off the Billy They Invented
I spent a long time, too long, living behind a face that wasn’t mine. I didn’t even know I was