It’s 2:17 a.m. The streetlight outside my window is doing that thing again—painting tiger stripes across the ceiling—and I’m counting heartbeats instead of sheep. My phone is face-down so the…
You know those days when the coffee spills, the Wi-Fi dies, and your own thoughts sound like a bully you can’t block?Resilience isn’t the Instagram caption that chirps “Choose joy!”—it’s…
I was still wearing the same hoodie I’d bought at a gas station at 3 a.m.—the one with the screen-printed eagle that now smelled faintly of burnt espresso—when the Stripe…
I still remember the Sunday I opened my banking app and realized I’d spent $312 on delivery tacos that month. Not fancy tacos—just the sad, foil-wrapped kind that arrive lukewarm…
I was staring at a blank page so long my coffee went cold—again. The cursor blinked like it was mocking me. Three deadlines, zero ideas, and that familiar hollow feeling…