I Googled "why am I so unhappy" at 4pm on a Saturday with the curtains half-closed. That was the beginning of something I didn't plan and still can't fully explain.
I'm not a therapist. I'm not a spiritual teacher. I'm someone who meal preps on Sundays, once described a sunset as "adequate," and spent three weeks researching which mattress to buy. I am not the target audience for cosmic soul connections, personality quizzes, or pulling tarot cards on the bus.
And yet here I am, writing about all of it.
What happened was simple: I started asking questions I couldn't Google my way out of. Why do I keep choosing the same person in different bodies? Why does my chest tighten every Sunday at 6pm? Why did a tarot card make me cry on public transport? Why am I so certain I've met someone before?
The answers didn't come from one place. They came from tarot readings, numerology reports, attachment theory, compatibility tests, dream journals, and a lot of 3am spirals that turned into something useful by morning. Some of it was woo. Some of it was science. Most of it was just paying attention to the parts of myself I'd been filing under "deal with later."
I write about what I found. Not prescriptions — I'm the last person who should be telling anyone how to live. Just honest accounts of what happened when I stopped dismissing the questions and started sitting with them.
Along the way, I started building tools — calculators, quizzes, reports — because I kept wishing they existed and they didn't. Some of them show up in my writing. If they're useful to you, great. If not, the stories stand on their own.
I write about:
- Relationships and why we stay, leave, or keep choosing the same pattern
- Twin flames, limerence, and the blurry line between spiritual connection and emotional addiction.
- Tarot, numerology, and self-reflection tools that actually work (and the ones that don't)
- The questions that sound ridiculous at noon and feel urgent at 3am
If any of that sounds like your kind of insomnia, you're in the right place.
