I don’t have it all figured out. I swear, I thought I would. They tell you your thirties are the good part, a victory lap after your messy twenties. But what if it’s just another decade, full of new kinds of questions?
This isn’t a self-help book with a twelve-step plan. It’s more like a late-night journal entry—raw, rambling, and full of the thoughts you’re not supposed to admit. The quiet dread. The feeling of being a fraud. The friendships that just… fade. It’s about the quiet, little moments that make your chest hurt and the small, bright things that get you through.
This book is for everyone who feels like they’re failing at adulthood. Who’s tired of trying. Who just wants to sit with the mess and know that it’s okay. You're not alone. I’m right there with you, still trying to figure it all out, one messy day at a time.
