WORDS OF A PINKAHOLIC

I don’t know exactly what this will become. Maybe a journal with no filter or maybe a quiet archive of soft thoughts, deep feels, spiritual sparks, and the kind of random rambles that only make sense at 2 a.m.

Maybe it’s just a safe little space for me to be real.

To write what hurts, what helps, what heals. To celebrate the small joys, sit with the hard days, and honour the in-between. Not to impress, just to express.

The truth is, i needed somewhere to land. Somewhere to place the pieces of me that don’t always fit into everyday conversations.

I’m a chronically ill, pink-obsessed, overthinking, deeply feeling 30-something and the world isn’t always built for that kind of softness. So i’m building it here.

This space might grow into something beautiful, or it might stay small and sacred. It might reach others or maybe it’s just for me. either way, it’s enough. Because it’s real, and sometimes real is rare.

So if you’re here, hi. I’m glad you found this little corner. It’s for the dreamers, the tender hearts, the tired souls, and the ones who want to feel a little more at home in themselves.

Come as you are. Stay as long as you need. This space is yours too. 💗