I was diagnosed with post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) in 2012. The posts within this tag tell the story of my journey with PTSD.

A photo of the old barn from the old farm structure after the process to tear it down had begun.

A raw recollection of an experience of PTSD shortly after, and as, it occurs.

Reader discretion advised. Detailed descriptions of abuse.

This post is a shout-out to anyone and everyone who has ever been hurt by the church. I am participating in #ApologizefortheChurch, because I believe it needs to change. We have enough hate in the world already, and God’s people are supposed to love and not be hateful—and really, living life is a complex mess of a thing enough as it is. Puberty and high school are hard enough.

Being on both sides of the community, I know one apology—or even a hundred apologies—isn’t enough. But it’s a start.

This is the story about how a minor special interest ceased to exist as any interest. I’ve also shared how exactly I learned to code and taught myself, and give a little more background to my bleak childhood.

A poem.

I changed my Twitter and Instagram handles to @gotjane and have never felt more alive.

Do you ever feel like you just can’t keep your head above the water?