Soft Launch, Hard Feelings

It’s happening. The site is live. The book will be up for preorder soon. The merch is real. And I am—as always—barely holding it together.

The last few weeks have been a blur of anxiety, spreadsheets, and main character delusion. I kept refreshing pages that weren’t public yet, editing descriptions that no one could see, convinced that if I tweaked one more sentence, maybe the universe would finally let me rest. It didn’t. But somewhere between the panic and the perfectionism, I realized something: I’m building something that’s mine.

Not for a boss. Not for a client. Not for validation.
Just… for me.

That feeling—of seeing an idea move from notes app chaos to something people can actually touch has been the closest thing to joy I’ve felt in a while. It’s messy joy, sure.

The kind where your stomach’s tight, your coffee’s cold, and your brain keeps whispering “what if no one cares?” But even through that noise, I feel free.

This little corner of the internet is my experiment in healing through humor, chaos, and a little retail therapy. The books are about the things we survive (and the things that survive us). The merch is proof that coping can be aesthetic. And the posts? Well—those are just me screaming into the void until it echoes back something kind.

So if you find something here that makes you laugh, or makes you feel seen, or just makes your day a little lighter—thank you. That’s the whole point.

Because maybe healing doesn’t have to look serious or spiritual.
Maybe it just looks like me—finally pressing publish.