Hi I’m Vixxy – a thirty-something walking contradiction powered by caffeine, unprocessed trauma, and the eternal hope that next week I’ll get my life together (I won’t). Emotionally I’m somewhere between “burning sage” and “burning it all down”. I navigate life with the finesse of a cat on a Roomba: directionless but committed. I also have PCOS which is just my body’s fun way of making every day a hormonal escape room full of clues, no clear exit, and definitely no prizes. My ovaries are basically that one coworker who refuses to do their job but still shows up late and causes drama. I collect trauma like how others collect coffee mugs (I do that too). Some gifted, some inherited and some I picked up on sale without realizing the emotional cost. I hydrate like its a coping mechanism and therapize like it is my cardio. So welcome to my chaos/life spiral, snacks are encouraged but I might cry if they are gluten or fat free.