So I Started a Blog (Because Oversharing on the Internet is My Love Language)
Hi. Hello. Welcome to the emotional circus that is... my blog.
I know what you’re thinking:
“Wow, another millennial starting a blog in 2025? Groundbreaking.”
And to that I say: YES. Let me live.
Honestly, this all started because I wrote a book about my mental health (because therapy is expensive and writing is free) and thought, Hey, you know what this breakdown needs? A brand. So here we are.
Let me be real with you: I have no idea if anyone is actually going to read this. Maybe it’ll just be me, refreshing the page 40 times and pretending I have fans. Maybe my mom will skim it and text me, “Nice post, babe. Do you need money?” Honestly, the odds of this blog going viral are about the same as me developing a consistent sleep schedule. But hey — a girl can dream.
Also, yesterday was Taco Tuesday, and after one too many margaritas, I found myself talking my boyfriend’s ear off about all my “brilliant” blog and TikTok ideas. He smiled politely while I said things like, “Do you think it’s too much if I post a TikTok of me crying, but like… cute crying?” and “What if I call it content but it’s really just a public diary?” Honestly, he deserves an award. Or maybe a pair of noise-canceling headphones.
And yes, I am trying to go viral on TikTok even though my For You Page thinks I’m either 14, recently divorced, or a witch. I’m out here posting videos like:
“Come for the trauma, stay for the chaotic storytelling and deeply concerning journal entries!”
Because if I’m going to spiral, it might as well be ✨aesthetic✨.
So what can you expect here?
Unfiltered mental health content (like, maybe too unfiltered? We’ll see.)
Behind-the-scenes of writing my book, The Borderline Between Us, which is basically my diary with a plot
Funny stories that are only funny in hindsight
Photos that say “I have my life together,” paired with captions that say “absolutely not.”
Possibly a breakdown over iced coffee. TBD.
If nothing else, this is a space for me to be real. To write about the weird, beautiful, messy in-between that is being 30, tired, still healing, and somehow... hopeful? Maybe?
Anyway, thanks for being here — even if you’re just hate-scrolling or accidentally clicked the link while trying to buy socks.
Stick around. Or don’t. I’ll probably keep writing either way.
But if you do stay… I love you. Let’s cry-laugh together.
Xoxo,
Devon (your new internet oversharing bestie)
