Welcome to
The Dirty Laundry Project
Couldn't afford therapy. Couldn't stay silent.
So I brought the mess here.
The Manifesto
When Silence Was Easier
I had no fucking idea how I was going to do this.
How do you tell someone you don't want to be with them anymore after knowing them half your life?
How do you admit that what you thought was love was mostly tolerance - and that you stayed because you didn't believe you deserved better?
The answer? You either do, or you don't. And I didn't
So here I am.
The Dirty Laundry Project was born from the things I never said out loud.
This space is for what we leave unsaid - the real, the raw, the healing.
If you're still holding back your truth...
The Chapters I Never Planned to Write
No Filters, No Fairytales
Confessions
The stuff I never said out loud... until now
Rude awakenings
Truth bombs that didn't ask for permission
It hurt like hell but you kept smiling. You called it love, but it was survival. You're still cleaning up the mess...
Wisdom for my younger self
Things I wish I knew back then.
Shit that got me through
Psychic on speed dial. Sweat. Tears. Repeat.
Messages to my future love
Proof I survived-and learned a few things
Wait
If you need some time, I'll wait
'Cause one day you'll be mine
People can't escape their fate
And they can call me "Delulu"
I only wanna be with you
I know we're gonna see it through
Can't wait for you to see it too
~Banks~
The Highs, The Lows, And Everything In Between
When progress doesn't look pretty
"It's not about tying it up neatly.
Its about standing inside the ruins-
and still choosing to move forward"
Fragments in Motion
Still figuring it out in real time? Same.
Follow along for snapshots of the wreckage, the rebuild and everything in between.