šSuper secrets diary
A personal space for raw thoughts, quiet reflections, and everything I donāt say out loud. These entries are part diary, part emotional releaseāsometimes messy, sometimes magical, always real. Whether Iām 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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š² Screaming Into the Trees: My Unofficial Therapy Session
Sometimes, healing doesnāt look like journaling with a lavender latte or doing a 10-step skincare routine while whispering affirmations. Sometimes, it looks like stomping into the woods, finding a spot where no one can hear you, and just screaming until your lungs give out and your soul feels a little…
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šŖļø I Look Fine, But Iām Not
Just because Iām smiling doesnāt mean Iām okay. I laugh loud. I joke around. I take silly pictures with Izzy and go on spontaneous adventures. And yesāI do have fun. I do enjoy those moments. But that doesnāt mean everything in my life is fine. Thereās so much happening behind…
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I Know Them, But They Donāt Know Me
I can name the exact brand of coffee my dad refuses to drink. I know the kpop idols that my little sister hates so much. I remember the exact moment when my older sister wanted to be a nurse. I could build a list of their likes and dislikes that…
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Life Update: Cutting Ties & Finding Real Joy
As of now, Iāve officially cut off Emily. I blocked her on Instagram because, letās be realāweāre adults. If she actually needed me, she could text me. But the truth is, Iām done. I called her out on her lies, laid down the proof, and instead of owning up to…
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When Reality Hits: It Wasn’t Just in My Head
For the longest time, I thought I was losing my mind. I questioned everythingāevery feeling, every suspicion, every gut instinct. Maybe I was overreacting, maybe I was making things up, maybe none of it was real. How could all of this really be happening to me? The thought loop was…
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Sarah’s Graduation Day and the Performance of Pride
As of writing this, the other day was Sarahās graduation. Everyone cheered, hugged, smiled for photosācelebrating the milestone sheād worked toward. And I smiled too, played the role, nodded in agreement when people gushed about how proud we should all be. But the truth? I wasnāt proud. Or at least,…