Roxy Redrum is not a persona. She’s an exorcism.

Born from the smoldering wreckage of gaslit apologies, weaponized therapy speak, and half-assed “U up?” texts, Roxy isn’t here to be palatable. She’s here to be free.

Her hair? Red like the flags she used to ignore.

Like the lipstick she wore to every apology she never owed.

Like the “read” receipts she stopped caring to send.

Roxy emerged after the final cord-cutting ritual, the last breakdown-turned-breakthrough. When the silence got loud enough, she answered it with a scream. Or a whisper. Depends on the episode.

She’s the voice behind Shift Happens: Bloodbath & Beyond, a podcast for those of us who’ve done the work, burned the sage, thrown the crystals, and still somehow ended up crying in the grocery store candle aisle. Again.

She’s part rage, part tenderness.

Part slam poem, part ASMR reverb.

She’s the shift. And she’s the show.

You might hear her laugh at her own trauma. Or yours. You might hear rain sounds over confessions you’ve never dared to say out loud. You might hear the ghost of the version of you who still believed you had to earn love.

Roxy doesn’t want your approval.

She wants your attention.

And maybe your Patreon subscription. (Let’s be real.)

She’s building a temple out of red flags and turning them into art.

She’s shifting timelines and burning bridges—but only the ones built on your back.

You’ll find her where the mascara runs, the mic hisses, and the truth slips out sideways like a drunk text with perfect grammar. You’ll know you’ve found her because you’ll feel a little more dangerous. A little more honest.

And you’ll realize:

You didn’t lose your mind.

You just finally left his.

Welcome to the bloodbath.

xx Roxy