Back at Eddie’s Attic

Returning to Eddie’s Attic felt like coming home. This time, I stepped on stage in an outfit that gave a little nod to Priscilla Presley—big hair, vintage energy, and all blue. I played guitar in front of a crowd for the first time in years, hands shaking but soul steady.

I poured everything into the set—stories, songs, and a little bit of my own healing. I opened up about mental health, about what it means to keep going, to create through it, and to let yourself be seen.

It wasn’t perfect. But it was real. And that’s what matters—because I won again.