📓Super secrets diary
A personal space for raw thoughts, quiet reflections, and everything I don’t say out loud. These entries are part diary, part emotional release—sometimes messy, sometimes magical, always real. Whether I’m spiraling, celebrating, or just trying to make sense of the day, this is where I write to feel seen. No filters, just feelings
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The Group Chat I Never Wanted
I woke up to my phone blowing up. It was a weekday, around 10ish, and of course I went to look. First thing I see is Izzy (love her, always). Then I see it the group chat I never wanted to be in. The one with Sarah and Cam. I…
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🎄 Growing Into Christmas: How the Holidays Feel Different as an Adult
Last year, I wrote about how Christmas felt heavy. I was sad, overwhelmed, and trying to hold myself together with glitter and gift wrap. I bought presents out of obligation, not joy—worried that if I didn’t, someone would be mad or disappointed. I was deep in my feelings, trying to…
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🌒 Ten Years Without Her: A Reflection on Grief, Growth, and Ghosts
Today marks ten years. Ten years since my mom died.Ten years since I thought my life wasn’t worth living.Ten years since I believed I couldn’t have a life at all. And yet—I’m still here. I’ve lived. I’ve grown. I’ve lost. I’ve found myself. I was a child carrying the weight…
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One Year Ago: Bell’s Palsy Came Back
A year ago, something familiar and terrifying happened: I had another Bell’s palsy episode. It’s rare to get, but I’m no stranger to it. I had it three times as a kid, the last time when I was 14—over 14 years ago now. Back then, it was scary in a…
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✨ 28 Reflections, 28 Rituals, 28 Truths
I didn’t want this birthday to be just another day.I wanted it to be a reckoning. A reclamation. A ritual. So I made this:A trilogy of who I’ve been, how I’ve healed, and what I now claim. 🖤 28 Reflections: the lessons that cracked me open🔮 28 Rituals: the magic…
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🎂 28 and Still Here: A Birthday Letter to Myself
When you’re reading this, I’ll be 28.Crazy, right? I used to stop counting my birthdays after 18. Not because I didn’t care—but because I didn’t know if I’d make it this far. Back then, survival felt like a question mark. I didn’t plan for a future because I wasn’t sure…