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I almost quit because I couldn’t open a jar of peanut butter. I wish I was joking. But there I was—sitting cross-legged on the kitchen floor, in a hoodie that hadn’t seen daylight in three days, sobbing over a stubborn…

I Almost Burned My Life Down Over a Muffin It started with a muffin. A stale, slightly overcooked blueberry muffin that crumbled in my hand like my dignity after a bad date. I was standing barefoot in my kitchen, wearing…

Let’s talk about the meltdown I had in the cereal aisle. Picture this: I’m in Target, debating between Honey Bunches of Oats and Cinnamon Toast Crunch like my life depends on it. I have a cart full of almond milk…

The kind of broken that hides in plain sight There was a week—maybe two, maybe three—where I wore the same oversized hoodie every single day. Not in a “this hoodie is cozy” way, but more in a “I no longer…

I once cried in a Target parking lot because I forgot to buy toothpaste. Not dramatic, right? Except it was the third time that week I’d forgotten. And I wasn’t really crying about the toothpaste. I was crying because my…

When You’re Crying in the Bathroom at 2 a.m. Over Nothing (and Everything) I once sobbed in the Walgreens parking lot over a dead phone battery. Not because I desperately needed to scroll Pinterest (okay, maybe a little), but because…

I Thought I Was Failing When My Air Fryer Betrayed Me So there I was, sitting on my kitchen floor in fuzzy socks, mascara halfway down my face, Googling “what does it mean if you cry over burnt sweet potato…

There was a moment—okay, several moments—where I found myself dramatically flopped across my bed, wrapped like a sad burrito in an anxiety blanket, staring at the ceiling and whispering, “Why is this taking so long?”Not a prayer. Not a goal-setting…

It was a Tuesday, which already says enough. I was in sweatpants that hadn’t seen the laundry since Stranger Things season three. My coffee was cold. Again. And I had just spent 45 minutes scrolling through a stranger’s “morning routine”…