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A stressed woman sits upright in bed at midnight, staring in horror at her phone as glowing WebMD pages and symptom lists flo

I Googled My Symptoms and Now I’m Either Fine or Am I?

A Love Letter to WebMD and Our Collective Hypochondria

A tired writer sits at a messy desk late at night, surrounded by crumpled drafts and glowing screens. One monitor displays a

We’ve Entered the Era Where Competence Is a Red Flag

Congratulations on your coherent sentence structure. Unfortunately, that’s suspicious.

Welcome to My Corner of the Internet

Welcome to My Corner of the Internet

I’ve spent a long time trying to figure out where I fit online. Some people build their entire brand around one topic, one niche, one perfectly curated identity. Meanwhile, I’m over here interested in creativity, mental health, recovery, blogging, digital products, personal growth, honest conversations, and about seventeen

A black-and-white sketch of a sad woman’s face is partially visible through a narrow gap between wooden planks.

Sometimes Depression Arrives Quietly

Not all depression looks like falling apart. Sometimes it feels like slowly disappearing from your own life.

Cartoon-style airport chaos on a moving walkway: a businessman has a full mental breakdown while Brenda and Steve casually di

Airports Have One Rule and Apparently Nobody Wants to Follow It

Nothing reveals a person’s true character faster than a delayed connecting flight.

A young girl sits alone on the floor of a softly lit bedroom, facing away from the viewer. The room has a muted, painterly fe

I Would Have Sat with You

A letter to the little girl I’m still learning to protect

A worn journal lies open, its pages filled with handwritten text — lines crossed out, words blacked out with ink, and notes c

The Parts of Ourselves We Keep in Draft Form

An essay about emotional editing, self-protection, and the exhausting effort of remaining readable to other people.

Woman sitting in front of a mirror beside a row of theatrical masks, reflecting themes of identity, emotion, and hidden pain.

Socially Approved Silences

Grief without a timeline, recovery without redemption arcs, and the truths we’ve agreed to ignore

A bearded man wearing a crown and fur-trimmed robe gestures dramatically beside a shopping cart return in a parking lot while

Put the Cart Back. I Am Not Joking.

This is the hill I will die on, and I have already dug the grave.

A playful setup of bobby pins posed like characters with googly eyes, each beside tiny signs such as “POOL PARTY,” “IN THE BL

Where Do Bobby Pins Actually Go?

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Two young girls sit quietly at a kitchen table during a storm while two adults argue in the background near the kitchen count

Some Storms Cannot Be Reasoned With

Learning to Take Shelter

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LOL is Not Laughter

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You Don’t Hit Rock Bottom-You Get Used to It

You Don’t Hit Rock Bottom-You Get Used to It

Addiction doesn’t end in a crisis — it survives in repetition

A person with their hair in a messy bun, with various colorful objects tucked into it, including pink sunglasses, pencils, a

The Messy Bun: A Manifesto

Why This 47-Cent Hair Tie Is the Only Thing Holding My Life Together

Brianne Deserved the Truth: THE ULTIMATE BETRAYAL

Brianne Deserved the Truth: THE ULTIMATE BETRAYAL

THE TRUTH SHE WAS DENIED

Why Do We All Lose Our Shit in Target Parking Lots?

Why Do We All Lose Our Shit in Target Parking Lots?

An Investigation Into Adult Meltdowns and Impulse-Bought Charcuterie Boards

Everyone on Instagram Is Thriving Except Me

Everyone on Instagram Is Thriving Except Me

A Late-Night Instagram Spiral

I’ve Been on Hold for 47 Minutes and I’m Starting to Suspect I’ve Died

I’ve Been on Hold for 47 Minutes and I’m Starting to Suspect I’ve Died

A Journey Through Customer Service Purgatory

I Tried Following Pinterest for a Week and Nearly Lost My Mind

I Tried Following Pinterest for a Week and Nearly Lost My Mind

A descent into the rabbit hole of perfect lives and impossible crafts

When the World Keeps Spinning But You Can’t

A love letter to my sister, written in the language of loss

a tiny Buddha sculpture with one hand on his cheek and a smile

Meditation Apps Keep Telling Me to Breathe Like I Forgot How

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I want to express my gratitude for featuring my story.

Jen Marie

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Things That Shouldn’t Be This Hard But Somehow Are

A Comprehensive Rant On Life’s Most Ridiculous Challenges

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Why Everything is Fucking Ridiculous

A love letter to nonsense, profanity, and bad coffee

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