If this is your first visit start here.

  • Cold Enough to Be Quiet

    Day 20 – Today was cold. Not dramatic cold. Not romantic movie cold. Just that gray, damp, bone-aware cold that makes the world feel hushed. The kind of quiet snow brings before it decides whether it’s actually going to show up. It reminded me a little of yesterday, honestly. That same suspended feeling where nothing…

  • Friday, Apparently

    Day 19 – Today was Friday. Which feels worth noting only because my body noticed it before my brain did. There was no dramatic shift, no emotional crescendo, no “this-changes-everything” moment. Just that subtle loosening in the air that Fridays brings. Like the world collectively exhaled and forgot to tell me what to do next.…

  • The Sadness Haze & The News That Didn’t Know How to Feel Good

    Day 18 – Today was trying. Not catastrophic, not apocalyptic, just mentally exhausting in that “I’m doing everything right but still feel wrong” kind of way. I was fairly productive. The annoying kind of productive where you get things done but feel like you did nothing at all. But the sadness haze? She’s still here.

  • The Sad Girl Day

    Day 17 – Today was a Sad Girl Day™. Capital S, capital G, capital D. The kind of day where your emotions wake up hours before you do and immediately start rearranging the furniture inside your chest. Naturally, the Sad Girl playlist was on like background radiation. Soft piano, moody vocals, the occasional lyric that…

  • The Day My Brain Clocked Out

    Day 16 – Today was a fever dream. Not bad. Not dramatic. Just deeply, profoundly feral-brained. I woke up, took one look at my coffee, and my body said, “Nope.” Didn’t finish it. Didn’t even make eye contact with it after the first sip. That alone should’ve been my omen. Like the universe whispering, “Sweetheart……

  • The Day I Realized Fear Has Been Living My Life For Me

    Day 15 – Mondays. Bah. Mondays. Fear lived loudly in my mind today. Not in the “hide in the closet with Roger and pray for reincarnation” way (mercifully), but in the awareness way. The reflective way. The kind of fear that doesn’t scream. It just stares back at you, waiting for acknowledgment. I kept thinking…

  • The Day the Fear Lost Its Grip

    Day 14 – Today was different in a way I can’t neatly explain. I woke up with the same fear and dread that’s been living under my skin for a year. That familiar, heavy, predictable creature. But it didn’t knock me down this time. It didn’t send me back under the blanket with Roger curled…

  • The Day I Built Something and Questioned Everything

    Day 13 – Today was strangely reflective. The kind of reflective where you catch yourself staring at the wall like you’re in a dramatic indie film, except really you’re just thinking about twelve things at once and none of them are subtle. I’ve been busy. Busy in that “driven by an unseen engine” way. Busy…

  • The Day Fear Wouldn’t Leave

    Day 12 – I’m not even sure how to talk about today. It was Friday. That’s about the only neutral fact I have. Everything else felt like a tight, shaking breath I couldn’t release. I still haven’t heard anything. Nothing from the detective. Nothing about the case. Nothing about the man who changed my life…

  • The Day My Relationships Felt Too Loud

    Day 11 – Today was difficult in a way I’ve never experienced before. Not because something catastrophic happened, but because I happened. All at once. In too many directions. On emotional frequencies I haven’t learned how to translate yet. I woke up thinking about my relationships. Not abstractly. Not nostalgically. But urgently like they were…