Roberto Carrasco

Yeah. It does. And the magnitude of that fall—the weight, the impact, the structural damage left behind—doesn't vanish just because someone tried to delete the files, wipe the listings, or pretend the house was never condemned by the fire chief himself. I’ve been doing a lot of looking back lately. Digging through the glitch, the static, the playback of a life that got turned upside down. When you go through something heavy—when you're dealing with calculated deception, bad-faith actions, and people trying to separate you from your service dog and your safety—your body tries to shut it down. Numbness creeps in. The speech gets caught. The stutter or the lisp comes back from the days when you were just a kid sitting on the floor in a circle. I remember reading The Giving Tree in first grade with Ms. Gothard. Back then, it was just a story. But reading it as an adult? Oh man, I was pissed off. What the fuck? Do I love this book or do I hate it? It’s confusing. Just like The Lor...

(it's kind of what i imagine) An unexpected little breakthrough about numbness, teamwork, and getting one paw closer to home and happiness.  Sometimes a moment catches you off guard, and you don’t immediately know what to do with it. You don’t necessarily cry. You don’t jump out of your chair. You don’t have some huge, cinematic reaction where the music swells, the camera zooms in, and suddenly everything makes sense. Sometimes you just sit there, look at your screen, and think: Wait a damn minute. Is this actually happening? That has been me lately. I’ve been working on so many different things that sometimes I have to stop and remind myself what I’ve actually accomplished. I’ve been building my online presence, working on my links and my website, blogging, developing my media kit, setting up creator platforms, and figuring out how to turn the things I already do into opportunities that can actually support me. My podcast is live. I’ve been working on Rawberto: So Long Story S...