What they don’t tell you is that when you finally wake up on the other side of CPTSD… you’re not back… You’re starting over.

It’s a strange kind of quiet. Your habits, old ways of creating, the things you thought were simply you are all gone. And what’s left is this blank page where you’re learning how to feel your way through the world again without the noise that used to drive everything.

Scribble is that beginning.

These songs were never meant to be big or polished. They’re small, gentle returns to musical moments where something inside me nudged forward and said "Hey dude… Let's just give it a shot." Little sketches. Half-thoughts. Flickers of color, texture and noise, that showed up when I least expected them.