Galentines!

I’m glad Valentine’s Day has become more than just a holiday for lovers. Not that it wasn’t before. My mom used to give my siblings and me Russell Stover’s chocolates every year, and we’d hand out those tiny Valentine’s cards to everyone in elementary school. I still love those little traditions today, even though I’m not a kid anymore. But lately, the holiday feels different.

The One Who Stayed

When you lose someone you love, your whole world shifts. The ground doesn’t feel as steady. Simple things suddenly feel heavy. Grief has a way of exposing every crack in you. And in the middle of all that, you learn very quickly who you’re anchored to.

Birthday Girl 💕

I left the house and actually did something for my birthday this year. Are you proud of me? Because you should be. I’ve been struggling to do anything “fun” for months now since my life was altered. But this year, I really wanted to celebrate and get out and do something. I don’t want to keep stopping myself from living because of my depression. And I don’t think Austin would want me to either. So I worked up the courage and told myself that this year, I was going to celebrate. I treated myself to a cute black dress, jewelry from Pandora and Regalrose (including two rings I’d been eyeing for a while from Danny), and black Tim Burton–esque winter nails to bring the whole look together.

38

Birthdays are just birthdays until one of them is a line drawn in the sand between the life you knew and the life you’re now forced to learn. 38 marks the beginning of living in a world without someone I love deeply. It’s the moment I stepped onto a path I never imagined I’d have to walk.

2026 Goals

Everything is Blue 🩵💙

Halsey really is that bitch. She came out with just herself and her band. No backup singers, no dancers, no outfit changes. Just her and the stage. What made it funny was that I’d been dying to see her live after all the fomo from people who went to her shows last year. That tour had all the glitz and glam… sets, costumes, dancers. Even Halsey called it the greatest pride of her career, like you just had to be there. So yeah. Thanks, girl, for twisting the knife even deeper.

I Miss the Old You

I’m frustrated with the state of things right now. Blogging feels like a dying art, but I refuse to let mine fade away. It doesn’t matter if anyone reads it. I still enjoy documenting my journey. I just can’t stand how everything now is all about TikTok, with its 60-second videos that offer no depth. It’s just a flash of someone’s life that’s barely personal. Most of the content is rants, investigations, exposes, comedy skits, or perfectly curated day-in-the-life reels.