🖤 About Blessed & Depressed

A refuge for healing, built from the rubble of my own damn life.

Why I Created This Mess

The Blessed & Depressed sanctuary was born out of my own messy, beautiful, chaotic journey through pain, healing, and the never-ending game of "which existential crisis are we dealing with today."

For most of my life, I carried the kind of baggage that should’ve come with an apology note and a lifetime supply of Xanax. We're talking childhood trauma, abuse, and the never-ending mental health circus. I’ve battled bipolar, PTSD, anxiety, ADHD, and racked up more years on alcohol than I care to count. I was truly Honest AF about being messed up until my early 50s.

I sat across from more therapists than a Netflix series could cast, and tried every method under the sun. This included toxic positivity gurus who told me to "just be grateful," and medication cocktails that turned me into a zombie extra. I honestly thought nothing would ever bring lasting peace.

But here’s the twist: it turns out when nothing works, you sometimes have to create your own damn roadmap. That’s how Blessed & Depressed was born.

The Breakdown and the Breakthrough

For a long time, alcohol was my crutch. Honestly, it was less of a crutch and more like duct tape holding me together. Except duct tape doesn’t usually make you hate mornings that much. It numbed the pain, but it never healed it.

I reached places I never thought I’d crawl back from. I had moments of despair, suicide attempts, and felt completely lost inside my own head. Healing is ghetto sometimes. But deep down, some tiny, stubborn, feral part of me kept saying, "There’s got to be a way out. This cannot be the final season of my show."

I just didn’t know what healing looked like for a person whose brain is like a browser with 87 tabs open, and one of them is secretly playing music.

The Shift: Stop Trying to Fix Your Chaos

Everything began to change when I stopped trying to shove my ADHD brain into someone else’s idea of healing. Spoiler alert: one-size-fits-all doesn’t even work for socks, let alone spiritual sarcasm.

I put down the booze. I stopped chasing the perfect influencer energy. I discovered that healing didn't have to be pretty. It could be small, messy, weird, and uniquely mine. Sometimes healing was just sending the email I’d been avoiding. Sometimes it was simply reminding myself, "Hey, you’re not broken, you’re just rewiring."

That was the turning point. I realized my chaos wasn't a flaw, it was creative fuel.

My Mission Now: Raw Compassion

Blessed & Depressed is my way of offering what I wish I had for so many years. This is a safe, cozy place to land when life felt more like a demolition zone than a gentle path.

My mission is simple: I’m not here to fix you. I’m here to make you feel seen while you fix yourself. I create Honest AF tools to help you heal, reflect, and grow at your own pace.

There are no gurus here. We are healing, not auditioning for sainthood. What you see is what you get. Every piece I make is created with raw compassion and the stubborn belief that even when you’re spiritually buffering, you are worthy of hope.

This space isn’t about being perfect. It’s about being human. You are sometimes messy, sometimes hilarious in hindsight, and always worthy of showing up.

Welcome to your messy middle.

One of the only times you will see me with makeup and hair done