I’m on a mission to figure out who the hell I am at thirty-something—because somewhere between mastering the art of online shopping and still not knowing how to fold a fitted sheet, I realized I’m definitely not who I thought I’d be by now.

Sorry for the Mess is my raw, unfiltered corner of the internet where I document the hilarious chaos (and occasional wisdom) of navigating life when you're supposed to have it all figured out. It started because I needed somewhere to say the things that echoed in my brain at 3 a.m.—a place to process the messy, complicated stuff without dressing it up. And people stayed. Not because I had answers, but because I stopped pretending I did.

I was raised in a deeply religious household—the kind where you didn’t talk about the hard stuff. You smiled wider, cleaned faster, prayed harder. But eventually, the rug I swept everything under couldn’t hold any more. That rug turned out to be my brain, and writing became the only way to keep from screaming at strangers in traffic. First quietly. Then boldly. Because I got tired of apologizing for simply being human.

Now, I write for the recovering people pleasers, the loud laughers, the exhausted moms, the neurodivergent daydreamers, and the overthinkers who analyze every conversation three days later in the shower. If you've ever said, “sorry for the mess” when everything looked fine but nothing felt fine—this space is for you.

📝 Unfiltered Reality
Stories about religious baggage, mental health spirals, identity crises, ADHD chaos, and deep 3 a.m. convos with my dog (who’s a very good boy).

🎭 Humor in the Chaos
Because sometimes you need to laugh at the absurdity of adulting, burnout, parenting, and the weird in-between moments no one prepares you for.

💬 Real Talk
Honest reflections on marriage, boundaries, womanhood, grief, and finding yourself beyond the roles you’ve been handed.

📥 Weekly-ish Essays
The kind of posts that feel like sending a voice note to your best friend mid-crisis—awkward, vulnerable, funny, sometimes profound.

This Is Not:

• A self-help blog

• A curated lifestyle feed

• A space that tells you to get up at 5am and journal your trauma into submission

This Is:

• A place to feel seen

• A reminder that your mess doesn’t make you broken

• A little corner of the internet where we stop pretending and start being

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This isn't a self-help blog or polished lifestyle guide (honestly, who needs another tutorial on making the perfect morning routine?). Instead, it's a space for all of us who are still winging it. Here's how to be part of our gloriously imperfect community:

• Join the conversation: Share your own messy moments and revelations in the comments

• Support the journey: Consider a paid subscription for exclusive content and to support this exploration of identity beyond expectations [coming soon - I am still trying to figure this bit out]

• Spread the word: If these stories make you feel less alone, share them with your friends who could use some real talk in their lives

So, if you're ready for unfiltered stories, questionable life choices, and the occasional profound realization, welcome home. Let's figure out this whole "adulting" thing together—or at least have some fun trying.

Here's to embracing the chaos and finding magic in the mess, one thirty-ish day at a time.

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