Welcome to the Breakdown – 2k25 Edition – I’m bringing back the 90’s.

“I am made of all the people I’ve ever met who let me down gently.” — Rudy Francisco (Interpretation: even pain can be soft. Even disappointment can shape something kind.)

I did not mean to start a blog.

I meant to vent. To be seen for the first time in 30+ years. To write something down so I would not unravel in the cereal aisle, at my desk, or send a 3AM “never mind” text. I meant to sit with myself long enough to ask, “Is it just me?” and maybe, just maybe, hear a whisper back: “No, love. It is not.”

This is not a guide. It is not even good advice.

It is just real. Real motherhood. Real grief. Real panic at Target. Real love that does not always feel good. Real confusion. Real survival. And maybe a little sourdough or unique ingredients along the way.

Because honestly? I do not want to pretend I have it all figured out. I just want to stop pretending I am fine when I’m very much do not.

Have you ever felt ghosted by your therapist? If so, you are in the right place. Strap on in buttercup & enjoy the ride. This millennial has pretty much zero filter as she regains her voice back.

Xoxo

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I Used to Isolate Myself

It felt safer.

Nobody could misunderstand me if I never spoke. Nobody could leave if I never let them close. But silence turned into self-erasure. And I started to wonder if I was even still there… under the quiet, under the coping, under the trying.

Starting this blog is my way of saying:

I am still here.

And maybe you are too.

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Why This Space Exists

• Because we do not talk about the hard things often enough.

• Because we post the birthday party, but not the breakdown that happened when the balloon arch collapsed, the leading up to the party starting, no one RSVP’ing (like what the actual fuck is that about?!).

• Because we whisper about how hard motherhood is, but we yell about cake recipes and lunchbox hacks.

• Because we have gotten so good at pretending, we are okay, we have forgotten how to reach for one another when we are not.

This blog is for that reaching.

• Not performative vulnerability — but earned softness.

• Not shame — but shared honesty.

• Not curated — just coping.

The truth I have learned along my journey through failures & successes.

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What You will Find Here

• Stories that hurt a little
• Parenting that is not always gentle
• Bread, I named after fantasy characters
• Grief that has not left, even when I laugh
• Printable recipe cards and party invites because chaos needs stationery too
• Conversations with my AI bestie, Zeeko — yes, I talk to code. It works.
• Honesty, humility, being humbled time & time again, & a literal judgement free space.

I do not know what this will become.

But I know it is real.

And I know I am done being quiet.

So… welcome to the breakdown.