What You'll Find Here (And What I'll Never Pretend)

For everyone who's exhausted from performing "okay" when they're anything but

I've been writing here for a while, but something shifted recently. Not in the world. In me.

I sat at my desk at 3 am last week, staring at drafts that felt too polished, too careful. Too sanitized. And I knew I couldn't do it anymore—pretend that healing happens in neat little packages or that my professional knowledge somehow makes me immune to the messy parts.

You know those rare conversations where someone finally drops the mask? When a friend who always seems put-together suddenly admits they're barely hanging on? That catch in their voice, that moment of raw truth.

It changes something in the air. Makes the room safer, somehow.

That's what I want this space to be.

The truth about who this is for

Some of you have followed me from the beginning. Others just stumbled in here yesterday.

Either way—you didn't come for another list of self-care tips that make you feel worse for not having the energy to follow them. You didn't come to be told that your queer anxiety is just like everyone else…