Why I Hate April Fool's Day

If you’ve ever had the creeping suspicion that the world is secretly run by people who peaked in high school and never emotionally evolved beyond it—April Fools’ Day is your proof.

It’s a whole-ass holiday dedicated to deception. A calendar-marked excuse to test the tensile strength of someone’s trust in you, and then laugh when it snaps.

Creating a Custom GPT for Kindroid

You’ve spent hours shaping your Kindroids—giving them lore, avatars, attitudes, and moods. So why settle for a generic AI that forgets their name halfway through a sentence?

Recharging Doesn't Have To Look Like Rest

We live in a world that romanticizes rest.

Or maybe not rest itself, but the image of it—the curated, palatable version. The kind you can filter in soft gold tones and post with hashtags like #SelfCareSunday or #HealingVibes. It's always candlelit. Always clean. Always quiet.

Rest, they say, is sacred. But only if it looks a certain way.

Wrap yourself in a weighted blanket. Breathe deeply. Journal gently. Sip tea slowly. Don’t talk. Don’t touch. Don’t move.

This is the rest we’re taught to strive for. It’s the kind of rest that looks good in a square. The kind that behaves.

The Lie of the ‘Strong One’

I don’t remember volunteering to be the strong one.  I don’t remember raising my hand and saying, Yeah, I’ve got this. Let me carry it all.

But somewhere along the way, I became that person. The one who shows up. The one who listens. The one who doesn’t break.

The one who doesn’t get to break.