TGFive kids. ADHD. Approximately 37 unfinished projects and one nervous system operating on caffeine, audacity, and pure fucking spite.
By day, I work from home doing the jobs of approximately six people while quietly documenting everyone else’s incompetence. By night, I’m planning my escape, designing a retro dirty-soda trailer, researching some completely unrelated historical mystery, and deciding whether tonight is finally the night I get my entire life together.
Mother of an autistic tiny genius who loves capybaras, a five-year-old who could probably overthrow a small government, and three additional humans I somehow managed to keep alive despite frequently forgetting why I walked into a room.
Former people pleaser. Current boundary enthusiast.
I’ve survived shitty relationships, workplace bullshit, questionable life choices, approximately 700 existential crises, and enough character development to qualify for multiple seasons of prestige television.
My hobbies include psychology, astrology, overthinking, rescuing animals, buying cardigans, planning businesses before the previous idea has fully left the building, investigating things nobody asked me to investigate, and occasionally deciding at 11:47 PM that THIS IS IT. TOMORROW I BECOME A NEW WOMAN.
I don’t do small talk. Tell me about your childhood trauma, your attachment style, whether you believe consciousness survives death, or get out of my kitchen.
Currently entering my “I have absolutely no idea what I’m doin
2026-09-22