Beka 
Romance has always been marketed as this clean, soft, candlelit thing. The empire of Hallmark and Instagram filters insists on polished love stories. Hands clasped in golden hour lighting, date nights documented like propaganda posters for stability. But collapse ruins that fantasy. When the system falls apart, romance doesn’t bloom. It mutates. It turns jagged, … Read more
Stockholm syndrome gets romanticized like everything else. Movies dress it up as tragic devotion, songs paint it as twisted but beautiful. That’s bullshit. Stockholm syndrome is survival math. If you can’t escape the hand strangling you, you convince yourself the hand is keeping you safe. You call the leash a lifeline. You defend the captor … Read more
I sat down to write at nine this morning. By nine-thirty, I had a fresh Word doc open, three tabs of research that had nothing to do with the chapter, and a cold cup of coffee that had already been reheated twice. ADHD isn’t a personality quirk. It’s an empire-level sabotage system lodged in my … Read more
People love to talk about “finding your voice.” They say it like you misplaced it under the couch and you just need to look harder. Cute story. The real story looked messier. I wrote until my habits outnumbered my excuses. I repeated myself until the repetitions started to feel intentional. And I stopped trying to … Read more
Every industry has its con, and writing’s con is productivity porn. You’ve seen it. The endless reels of people in spotless offices, typing on their glowing laptops, sipping their overpriced match like it fuels genius. The captions scream things like “Just wake up at 5AM and you’ll finish your novel in six weeks!” Sure. Let … Read more
Because nothing screams stability like being awake in the pitch-black hours, brain running a thousand miles an hour thanks to ADHD, hammering out thoughts about obsession while nursing caffeine jitters from a drink I swore I wouldn’t touch past midnight. Here’s the deal: obsession gets dressed up as drive when society wants to market it. … Read more
I learned early that people show their sharpest edges when they think no one is paying attention. I pay attention. Too much. I collect the small ticks, the hungry glances, the way someone grips a fork harder than they should when power slips from their hands. That’s the problem with knowing me. Every crack shows … Read more
I should probably start this by admitting I never meant to write Inventory. I sat down one night with every intention of outlining something normal. A dark romance maybe. A thriller. Something marketable. Instead my brain, bless its feral ADHD logic, went: what if men were the ones shoved into collars, filed, processed, controlled like … Read more
You found it. Somehow you tripped into my corner of the internet, and I’m not going to hold your hand or ease you in gently. This is Better To See It Raw, and that isn’t a cute tagline. It’s a warning. I don’t polish. I don’t package. I don’t wait … Read more