THIS IS GRACE, dammit.

Life isn’t a perfectly lit photo or a highlight reel. It’s the late-night tears, the dark humor, and the kind of failure that shows up more than once just to see if you’re still standing.

This space is where I tell the truth — the messy, unpolished, swear-a-little kind of truth. I cuss, I laugh at inappropriate moments, and I make no apologies for any of it. I may not be everyone’s cup of tea, and that’s fine — I’m not trying to be.

Because grace doesn’t always look like serenity; sometimes it looks like getting back up with mascara on your cheek, a half-empty coffee cup in your hand, and just enough stubbornness to try again tomorrow.