📓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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I’m Done Playing Nice—Here’s the Truth
I don’t want you as my sister. I don’t even want to say you’re my sister. The weight of that word—the supposed bond, the forced connection—means nothing to me anymore. You make me miserable. And the worst part? You don’t care. You lie as easily as breathing. Every other word…
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When It Feels Right, Just Enjoy the Ride
I’ve always been the type to overthink. To hesitate. To build walls before building bridges. I’d second-guess words before speaking, dissect emotions before feeling them, and hold back before stepping forward. Vulnerability never came easy—it was something I had to learn, piece by piece, like an unfamiliar language. But this…
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Just Adding Another Letter to the Collection: My OCD Journey
So, apparently, I collect acronyms now. AuDHD, PTSD, and—surprise!—OCD. Who knew my brain was hoarding diagnoses the way I hoard cool rocks? This past year has been a deep dive into figuring out what’s actually going on mentally, and while I never thought I’d be adding OCD to the list,…
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Starting Fresh, With a Little Baggage (Okay, Maybe a Lot)
Let’s be real: starting a new relationship is already nerve-wracking. There’s excitement, butterflies, and that terrifying moment when you realize, oh crap, I actually like this person. But when you’re carrying a backpack stuffed with past trauma, mental health struggles, and a history that could be its own dramatic novel?…
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The Beach Was Home Every Memorial Day Weekend
There are places that shape us, memories that linger long after the last sunset fades into the horizon. For me, that place was the beach—the same one I returned to every Memorial Day weekend for three days, every year, without fail. It wasn’t just a getaway; it was a second…
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Mother’s Day: The World’s Most Awkward Holiday
Ah, Mother’s Day—a time for brunch reservations, heartfelt greeting cards, and social media posts where people gush about their perfect mothers. You know, the ones who apparently made them soup when they were sick and encouraged their dreams or whatever. But what happens when your mother wasn’t exactly the warm,…