Born in the Fire. Built for the Fight.
Inappropriate Rubs started in a moment most people don’t talk about — when everything finally broke.
I hit burnout so hard it left cracks. Mentally drained, stuck in a job that hollowed me out, I finally reached out for help. It wasn’t heroic. It was survival.
Getting support lit a spark:
If someone could pull me out, then I could use my own skills to help others climb out too.
From the Military to the Mess
In the military, dark humor wasn’t entertainment — it was oxygen.
Messed‑up jokes in the worst situations kept us from breaking when everything around us was falling apart.
Years later, facing my own mental battles, those memories came back hard.
Food had always been my reset button, the one place that still felt like mine.
So I combined the two things that kept me going: real flavor and dark humor — and Inappropriate Rubs was born.