I guess I should do a small introduction post for those new here before we get emotionally attached, exchange life stories in the comments, and form a fragile little bond over bad decisions and shared secondhand embarrassment.

A few ground rules:

This is not a lifestyle blog.
There will be no wellness tips.
No productivity systems.
No “how I fixed my life in 30 days” narrative arc.

I am not qualified to teach you how to optimize anything. I once treated replying to a single email as a heroic quest and needed a snack afterward.

This space exists for stories. Real ones. Messy ones. The kind that should have stayed in a Notes app folder called “Do Not Publish Under Any Circumstances” but didn’t.

🌈 Wrong Side of the Rainbow is my real life, told with sarcasm, poor emotional boundaries, and unnecessary detail. Think: memoir, but feral. Romanticized chaos, but self-aware. Professional by day, emotional spiral by night.

On here you will hear about:
– BuzzBalls being treated as a food group
– “Sad salads” that are more emotional concept than meal
– Long conversations that permanently rewire my brain
– Travel weekends that start normal and end as a three-part saga
– And the kind of memories that resurface when you’re doing fine and your brain goes, “Great. Let’s revisit 2007.”

I write in scenes. With dialogue. With side commentary. With context nobody requested but everyone somehow finishes reading anyway. You will know what song was playing. You will know who was being dramatic. It was probably me. Or my best friend. Or both.

Some posts are funny. Some are unhinged. Some are accidentally deep. Many are written around 2:00 a.m., when responsible adults are asleep and I am emotionally rearranging my entire timeline for content.

There is no posting schedule.
There is no self-help arc.
There is no guarantee of personal growth.

There is consistency in three areas: sarcasm, storytelling, and me being painfully honest even when it would be healthier to simply lie.

Names are changed. Dignity is negotiable.

If you like chaotic storytelling that feels like your friend leaning in and whispering, “You’re not going to believe what happened,” while unlocking her phone at midnight…

You’ll be fine here.

Welcome to the 🌈 Wrong Side of the Rainbow.

Snacks encouraged. Emotional stability optional. 🖤🌈🥂