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Pressing Publish

I couldn’t help but wonder… is rock bottom where the good writing finally begins?

Starting a blog was one of those charming little goals I always filed under “someday.” You know — somewhere between buying a vintage typewriter and learning how to poach an egg properly. But as life would have it, “someday” showed up uninvited, disguised as a chronic illness diagnosis, a layoff, and a total identity crisis served with a side of adulting fatigue.

Cheers to that.

First came the diagnosis. Chronic illness — two words that sound like a medical shrug but hit like a plot twist in a Netflix drama. I suddenly had to rewire my life at 27: sleep more, stress less, avoid things that used to bring me joy (like cheese, wine, and being effortlessly cool). It was a whole rebrand I didn’t ask for.

Then came the job. Or rather, the lack of one. Let go. Just like that. I thought I was finally playing the part of a functioning adult — bills paid, goals set, stable-ish. Then poof. Career gone. Confidence? Somewhere under a weighted blanket.

So now here I am. Out of plans. Low on serotonin. High on iced coffee and existential dread. Finally doing the one thing I’ve always wanted to do but never made time for: write. Really write.

Not curated captions. Not polished perfection. Just the messy, sometimes beautiful, often ridiculous truth of what it’s like to live, love, grieve, rebuild, and scroll WebMD at 3 a.m. like it’s a dating app for your symptoms.

This blog isn’t here to give advice. God no. If I knew what I was doing, I’d be doing it. But maybe, by telling the truth, the raw, weird, wobbly truth, I can make a little space for you to feel a bit less alone in your own mess.

So if you’ve ever lost your footing, your glow, your job, your health, or your damn mind — welcome.

The chaos is warm. The tea is hot. And I promise, this is a safe place to not have it all together.

Let’s press publish anyway.