📖 Story Times
A collection of real-life tales—some funny, some messy, some that still echo when I least expect it. These posts are where I share the stories behind the feelings, the adventures that spiraled, and the memories that stuck. Whether it’s a spontaneous trip, a weird encounter, or a moment that cracked something open inside me, this is where I write it out and let it live. Honest, imperfect, and always mine.
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🚨 The Seminole Heights Serial Killer & The Wild Realization That… I Kind of Survived It
So I was watching the news the other day and saw they’re making a documentary about the Seminole Heights serial killer. And it hit me: I don’t think I’ve ever talked about this on the blog. Which is wild, because it was one of the scariest times of my life.…
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If only I still had my sisters
April 10th is National Sibling Day, and if you know me… you know my sisters don’t like me. All three. I’ve ranted enough about the bad, the hurt, the way things fell apart. But today I want to do something different. I want to talk about the good. The real…
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🎄 My Favorite Christmas Ever: 2019
Every family has its traditions, and ours had Christmas down to a science. Christmas Eve meant church, then dinner at Grandma’s. Christmas morning was breakfast at her house, followed by gifts. It was the rhythm of the season, year after year. But in 2019, something shifted—and somehow, it became my…
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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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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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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…