Still Here: A Tribute to My Journey
Tattoos have always been a deeply personal experience for me. For some people, they’re just art or decoration — but for me, they serve as a powerful reminder that I’m still alive. The pain that comes with getting tattooed is strangely comforting. It’s in those moments, when the needle hits my skin, that I feel most connected to myself. It’s my proof that I can still feel, that I haven’t gone completely numb. That pain grounds me in reality.
I’ve struggled with mental health issues for as long as I can remember. My mind has been through dark, turbulent places — places I wouldn’t wish on anyone. But despite everything, I’m still here. I’ve fought battles most people couldn’t begin to understand. That’s what makes each tattoo more than just ink. Each one is a tribute to how far I’ve come, a badge of survival, a visible marker of the pain I’ve endured and the strength I’ve built from it.
This recent tattoo was a reward to myself — a way of honoring the path I’ve walked and the resilience I’ve developed. I could honestly write a book about everything I’ve been through. And I guarantee, most people would think I was making it up. That’s how unbelievable some of it sounds. But it’s all real. Every challenge, every setback, every painful chapter — it all shaped me into the person I am today.
And let’s be real — a part of what made this particular tattoo session special was the artist. He was hot as hell. That definitely added to the experience! But beyond just the eye candy, there was a certain energy and vibe that opened something up for us again. My partner and I have been involved in the swinger lifestyle before, and meeting this artist kind of reignited that side of us. It was unexpected, exciting, and refreshing — a reminder that there’s still space in our lives for fun, freedom, and sensuality.
So yeah, this tattoo meant a lot. It was so much more than just body art. It was a celebration of my survival, my identity, my desires, and my journey. It’s a reminder that pain can be powerful — not just something to endure, but something to embrace when it’s on your own terms. It’s proof that I’m still here, still feeling, and still evolving. And damn — I look good doing it.
