You’re allowed to want pretty things.
Trauma-aware home goods and prism suncatchers made to remind you: this space is yours.
For the chaos goblins trying to make a home.
I make sparkly shit because sometimes that’s what saves us. It can’t always be therapy or meditation apps. Sometimes the only thing between you and completely checking out is watching a rainbow crawl across your wall for five minutes. That’s not nothing. That’s survival.
I spent years keeping everything in boxes. Moving every few months even when I didn’t have to. When you grow up unsafe, you never really trust the calm. You’re always waiting.
These pieces aren’t magic. They won’t fix your brain.
But sometimes you need something small and beautiful that’s just yours; something your nervous system doesn’t freak out about. Something that makes a space feel less temporary.
That’s what I make. Prism suncatchers, grounding décor, and shiny little anchors that whisper: you belong here.
You’re okay. You’re safe. Even just for this moment.
Shop Shiny Things
Start here if you need something physical to prove you are safe to exist in your space.
Why suncatchers? Because you can’t mess them up.
You hang them. The sun does the rest. No maintenance. The light does what light does.
Sometimes that's the only commitment we can handle, and that's okay.
I write for the ones still learning to rest.
The kind of writing you find at 3am when everyone else seems to have their life together.
For the chaos goblins. The overthinkers. The ones still sleeping with their backs to the wall.
It’s the honest kind… the “yeah, me too” kind. The quiet, shadow-work kind that doesn’t try to fix you.
You’ll find guided visualizations, journal prompts, and small rituals that meet you where you actually are, not where you’re “supposed” to be.
Journaling Prompts
For when your brain won't shut up:
Creative Exercises
For when you need to DO something but can't commit to a whole thing:
Guided Visualization Scripts
For when you need someone else's vision and voice to drown out the panic:
Still here?
Good. You’re my people.
That means your brain knows what mine knows: the tiny things matter. The small rituals. The shiny distractions. The soft proof you exist outside the chaos.
Maybe you found me at 3am, searching “why can’t I feel safe at home” or “ADHD brain won’t let me rest.” Maybe you typed “CPTSD and hypervigilance” or “foster care trauma recovery.”
You’re not broken for still looking. You’re not weird for still wanting peace.
You’re just surviving. Healing. Existing.
You deserve to feel safe and to feel joy.
You belong here. Come as you are.