sisters
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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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I’m Saying This Once, Loudly, and Then I’m Moving On
I want to get this out of the way before anyone twists it into something it’s not: I don’t wish anything bad on Emily. I genuinely hope she has a good life, finds peace, whatever. I’m not like them. I don’t sit around hoping someone crashes and burns just because…
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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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🖤 The Villain They Invented
You know what’s wild? The people who hurt you the most always seem to end up with front-row seats to the life you were pushed out of. Emily — the girl who made my life hell, who nearly broke me, who left bruises on my body and threats in my…
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🖤 Rant: How Am I the Bad Guy?
I can’t stop letting it get to me. I try. I journal, I cry, I scream into pillows. I do the rituals, the grounding, the self-care. But it still eats at me. Because my sisters think I’m the problem. They act like I’m the villain in a story I didn’t…
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💔 Life Update: When Family Hurts More Than Healing
Hey friends, I wish this post came with lighter news, but life’s been heavy lately. And I’m not going to sugarcoat it. I found out I wasn’t invited to my niece’s first birthday party. Not because I forgot. Not because I was busy. But because I was uninvited. And the…