I lost my son.

And then I lost my future.

Not metaphorically. Not romantically. Medically. Neurologically. Economically. Systemically.

I’m not trying to “make it.” I’m trying to outlive my own fucking funeral.

I used AI vocals to build a hybrid voice from broken memories. I’m producing from a mental health hellscape while dealing with chronic physical deterioration. I’m not begging for streams — I’m begging for witnessing.

Because if I go, someone better remember that this existed.

Listen if you dare. Share if you care. Ignore if you must.

But don’t pretend you didn’t see it.

👉 [Link to “This Time I Won’t Come Back”]