The Ink Chapel

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Below you’ll find categorized evidence that I should probably sleep more

• Brain Dump
• Poems

PSA:

How This All Started (A.K.A. Why You’re Reading My Chaos)

Let me just start by saying… I did not set out to be a “blogger.” I didn’t grow up thinking, You know what I wanna be when I grow up? Someone who overshares on the internet with shit Wi-Fi and a suspicious number of coffee mugs, and only a handful I use.

No.
I started this whole thing because life wouldn’t stop handing me material.

Picture it: I grew up with a mom who could’ve won Olympic gold in guilt-tripping. Then I graduated to my ex-husband — let’s call him Stevie — a man so committed to playing the victim he could’ve gotten a Netflix special. This man has weaponized khakis. He has that fake “I’m just concerned” tone down to an art form. The kind of guy who would set the house on fire, then stand outside with a garden hose like, See? I’m helping.

Somewhere in between family drama, custody battles, and collecting enough emotional baggage to start my own airline, I started writing. Not because it was cute and aesthetic, but because if I didn’t, my brain was going to implode like a bad science experiment.

At first, it was poetry. Sad, messy, rip-your-own-heart-out poetry that nobody was supposed to see. But then I realized — people get it. Even strangers on the internet have their own brand of fucked up, and my words somehow made them feel less alone.

And now, because I’m writing a book (yes, a whole book), apparently I also “need a blog.” One of my teachers said, it makes you look professional and tells publishers you’re serious about writing — even if half your posts are about your personal vendetta against Stevie’s narcissism. So here we are.

But here’s the thing: this blog is basically my journal… that, for some reason, everyone gets to read. And like any journal, there’s going to be stuff in here someone won’t like. But guess what? If you don’t like it… I don’t fuckin’ like it either. That’s why I’m venting about it.

This space is mine. It’s my safe zone to be blunt, laugh at the absurdity, and remind myself — and anyone reading — that you can survive just about anything if you keep your sense of humor.

So yeah. That’s why you’re here.
Welcome to my circus. Grab a coffee. No, seriously — grab one. You’re going to need it.