About Me:

Hi, I’m K..

I am a mother, a survivor, and a writer who never meant to write. I am the girl who was told to be quiet & is finally refusing to be.

I Am:

⤷ A mother who still sometimes swears.

⤷ A former people pleaser in recovery, learning boundaries without burning everything down.

⤷ A survivor who still flinches.

⤷ A beginner baker who named their sourdough Alpha-Hole because he earned it.

⤷ A millennial living on caffeine, emotional playlists, & “do it for the vine” level chaos.

⤷ A woman with a past full of storms who is finally willing to say it out loud.

This blog is a mix of healing + hilarity, grief + glitter, trauma & trigger warnings galore. I write the way I live: imperfectly, honest, & way to rambly for most people’s taste in life.

You will not see my face here, it is not because I am hiding or because I am a 90-year-old succubus. It is simply because I am finally speaking.

This is a place for the ‘almosts’. For the “I stayed too long’s”. Even for the mom’s or dad’s who love their kids fiercely but just wished for some fucking silence. For the one’s learning how to be soft without being silent. Or for those who grew up thinking they themselves or their survival was a burden. If you are all the above? I get it. You are safe here.

I Believe In:

➜ Talking to you like you are my book boyfriend bestie.

➜ Naming your sourdough after your favorite series hero.

➜ Owning every feeling, even the petty ones.

➜ Being so wildly honest that it cannot be weaponized against you.

➜ Saying “I am not okay” without needing to turn it into a solution.

➜ Choosing yourself, even when it feels like betrayal.

What You Will Find Here:

↪︎ Breakdowns, breakthroughs, and bread.

↪︎ Gentle parenting, mental health spirals, & raising a respectable child without beatings.

↪︎ Generational trauma, complex grief, SA recovery, & the ways we learn to exist again.

↪︎ Emotional math, trigger warnings, & millennial humor threaded through the wreckage.

↪︎ Honest stories about love, loss, motherhood, money, & the days everything feels too loud.

Who I Am:

⇥ 30s, millennial, still figuring it out.

⇥ Trauma stamped childhood. Grief layered on top of grief.

⇥ A recovering avoider of hard conversations with a deep fear of apologizing & an even deeper habit of overdoing it.

⇥ A heart that needs to be seen & a belief that I never truly will be, writing anyway.

What I Am Creating This Place For:

For the ones who feel too much, too loud, too late, not enough, too broken.
For the parents learning how to raise kids gently when no one ever did that for them.
For the survivors who carry grief, glitter, shame, & softness in the same body.

This blog is my journal & my confession. It is my way of whispering:

You are not the only one. You are not too much. You do not need to be fine to be here.

Trauma is on the table.

Love is on the table.

You get to sit with all of it.

xoxo ♡