This blog is my messy, unfiltered corner of the internet where healing meets honesty (and sometimes dark humor). I write about sobriety, survival, family chaos, love gone wrong, second chances, and everything in between.

It isn’t polished, and it isn’t perfect—because neither am I. Instead, it’s real. You’ll find stories about the cracks and the glitter, the heartbreak and the healing, the awkward, hilarious, and painful moments that shaped me.

I don’t believe in silent recovery or picture-perfect self-help. I believe in telling the truth, even when it stings, and laughing at myself along the way. Writing here is part therapy, part rebellion, and part reminder that none of us are alone in the wild, winding process of becoming whole.

If you’re here, you’re probably looking for connection, permission to be imperfect, or just a reminder that healing doesn’t have to be pretty to be powerful. You’re in the right place.