When are you most happy?
I am most happy in quiet moments, when my mind is free to wander without being watched or corrected—when I am creating rather than explaining, reflecting rather than defending.
My happiness rises when meaning is present: when I write something that feels true, when a thread of history or memory suddenly makes sense, or when I recognize a pattern others may have missed. I feel content when my intelligence is engaged gently, not tested or challenged, and when my curiosity is allowed to breathe.
Because I’ve had an anoxic brain injury, I am genuinely delighted that AI can—and will—help me sort my speech into words that are relevant, clear, and understandable, allowing my thoughts to meet the world without frustration.
I am happiest when I feel inwardly aligned—when wisdom, humor, and compassion sit together without urgency. It isn’t excitement that sustains me, but depth: being understood by myself, even if no one else is listening.
Quiet moments arrive throughout the day and night, and I show up when they call me. In those moments, I let my thoughts form around the subjects in my mind, then bring them to the screen—using AI to follow, unravel, and help shape what I’m thinking into clear expression.

