I think I need to go offline for a while. Somewhere between blogging, scrolling, creating and constantly thinking about what comes next, I lost track of who I am when nobody’s watching. So I’m logging off a little and trying to find her again.

Watching raspberries overripen, weeds swallow my sunflower and spiderwebs take over the patio has me wondering where summer went, why the second half feels different, and what you start when it feels too late to begin.

My six-month plan is officially dead somewhere between a full rebrand, rearranging the house, restarting streaming, abandoning my budget and writing exactly one sentence of a new book. Turns out getting my shit together might need a different plan.

A personal reflection on surviving the foster care system, moving through homes that never felt like home, spending my Sweet 16 in a new placement, and how anime and writing fanfiction gave me somewhere safe to exist when real life wouldn’t stay still.

I’m putting Hunter and Peyton on pause while I write the sapphic romance that feels right for me now. This is a book update about changing creative direction, writing what feels alive, and trusting the story that wants to be written first.

A brutally honest little rant about how annoying consistency is when you know you can do the thing, but your ADHD brain keeps dropping the routine anyway. Skincare, streaks, guilt, and learning to come back without making it a whole identity crisis.

Two months into my 6-month plan, things are going unevenly. Instagram feels more human, my book has five chapters drafted, skincare is finally rolling, and the gym is still judging me. A realistic check-in on progress, ADHD, and trying anyway.

Feeling like a stranger in your own family is a weird kind of grief. This one is about being raised by my grandparents, losing the thread after my grandma passed, and learning that being related is not the same as being known.