Shiny things for messy humans.
Crystal prism suncatchers (and other anchors) that remind you this space is yours.
This is for chaotic treasure goblins.
I make sparkly shit because sometimes that's what saves us. It can’t always be therapy and meditation apps. Because sometimes the only thing between you and completely dissociating is watching a rainbow move across your wall for five minutes. That's not nothing. That's everything.
I spent years keeping my stuff in boxes. Moving every few months even when my lease wasn't up. The thing about growing up unsafe is you never really believe the calm. You're always waiting.
These aren't magic. They won't fix your brain.
But sometimes you need something beautiful that's just yours. Something small enough that your nervous system doesn't freak out about it. Something that makes the space feel less temporary.
That's it. That's what I make.
A reminder that you belong here. Today, you’re okay. Today, you’re safe.
Shop Shiny Things
Start here if you need something physical to prove you are safe to exist in your space.
Why suncatchers?
Because you can't fuck them up. You hang them. The sun does the rest. No maintenance. The light does what light does. Sometimes that's the only commitment we can handle, and that's okay.
I write stuff too.
The kind you read at 3am when everyone else seems to have their shit together.
For the chaos goblins. The overthinkers. The ones still sleeping with their backs to the wall.
The honest kind of writing. The shadow work kind. The 'yeah, me too' kind.
Journaling Prompts
For when your brain won't shut up:
Creative Exercises
For when you need to DO something but can't commit to a whole thing:
Guided Visualization Scripts
For when you need someone else's vision and voice to drown out the panic:
Still here? Still reading? Good.
That means your brain knows what mine knows: sometimes the only way through is to admit the tiny (shiny) things matter. Even when everything else is chaos. Maybe even especially then.
I know how you found me. 3am, can't sleep, googling "why can't I decorate" or "why doesn't my home feel safe." Maybe you typed "ADHD can't settle down" because your brain won't stop. Or you searched "foster care trauma" or "religious trauma recovery" because you're trying to understand why calm feels suspicious.
Maybe you're another neurodivergent adult struggling with that temporary feeling that won't go away, no matter how long you've lived somewhere. Looking up "CPTSD and hypervigilance" because you need to know you're not the only one whose nervous system is still on high alert. Searching for shadow work exercises at ungodly hours because your trauma brain won't let you rest.
Yeah, I see you. You're not broken. You're just surviving and healing and existing.
And you deserve to feel safe. And to feel joy.
You belong here. Come as you are.