I’m twenty-eight, somewhere between who I was and who I’m becoming. For a while, I tried to be the right kind of woman — softer, quieter, easier to love — and somewhere in that process, I lost the version of me that used to take up space without apology.

Coffee and Complications is where I’m finding her again.

It’s an open diary for overthinkers, romantics, and anyone who still believes in late-night conversations and real connection. I write about love — the kind that stays, the kind that fades, and the kind that only exists in our favorite movies. I write about identity, nostalgia, grief, and all the small, complicated feelings that make us human.

It’s not advice, and it’s not a guide — it’s a conversation. Between me, my coffee, and whoever happens to be listening.

If you’ve ever wondered whether you’re expecting too much, or maybe just not enough — welcome. You’re in the right place.