I had a meltdown at work.
Then I accidentally fell for a man with authority, a good voice, and hands that should be illegal.
So naturally, I did what any self-respecting emotionally unstable girlie would do:
I started a blog.
It's about spiraling. It’s about repression. It’s about hitting your face on a cabinet because you're trying to avoid your work crush.
Basically, it’s the hot mess saga of catching feelings when I really, really didn’t want to.
Read it for:
💔 emotional concussions
✨ dramatic denial
🧍 internal feminist crisis
🤸♀️ public humiliation (feat. cabinetry)