Author Honey Badger

In many spaces, pain is treated like currency. The more you share, the more legitimacy, attention, or compassion you receive. This creates a quiet pressure to perform suffering in ways that are legible and moving to others. But when pain must be offered in exchange for care, something essential is lost. Support becomes conditional. Listening becomes transactional. Presence becomes dependent on productivity.

Timelines. Processes. Authorities that claimed to know what healing should look like. I no longer trust those things.

Writing under a pen name allows the work to exist without performance. Without pleading. Without the constant threat of being asked to give more.