Field Note 01: This Is What It Looks Like When a Man Breaks Quietly

Not all wounds bleed out loud.

Some show up in quiet kitchens.

In cold coffee. In locked doors. In the silence that follows war.

This unredacted field note is a slow descent into the interior world of a man coming undone—without spectacle, without words. A sacred collapse. A quiet breaking.

It’s where memory meets muscle.

Where old uniforms still hold the weight of battle.

Where God doesn’t fix—but stays.

If you’ve ever broken in stillness,

if your hands shake only when the world finally goes quiet,

this one is for you.

Featuring a closing prayer and Isaiah 42:3—

"A bruised reed He will not break."

Because even in silence,

you are still held.