aka the girl who didn’t just survive the plot twist — she rewrote the damn script

There’s a particular kind of silence that follows a soul-shattering betrayal — not peace, not quiet, but the sound of the self cracking open. That’s where she was born. Not in a hospital or a happily-ever-after — but in the wreckage of yet another emotionally manipulative love story I was supposed to shrink myself into.

Meet Roxy Redrum.

She’s not a character.

She’s not an alias.

She’s the part of me that stopped apologizing for being hard to swallow.

Roxy is the shift.

The red thread of rage and resurrection that pulled me back to life when I had nothing but overdrafted accounts, an inbox full of ghosted therapy appointments, and a head full of mean things I hadn’t yet learned how to say out loud.

She’s not polished — she’s peroxide and poetry.

She doesn’t do closure — she does creative revenge.

She doesn’t glow gently — she ignites.

The Bloodbath & The Beyond

My podcast, Shift Happens, isn’t a recovery show with a soft piano intro and pastel affirmations. It’s a crime scene cleanup of the psyche. It’s the kind of healing where you scream in the car, block his number, and then channel the carnage into ASMR, fake ads for duct tape therapy, and whispered rage rants. The podcast is the altar. Roxy is the preacher.

She shows up when the people-pleaser is passed out.

She writes what the wounded girl couldn’t.

She says the thing. Then says it louder. Then says it with a chainsaw sound effect.

I created Roxy when I realized I wasn’t coming back from the version of me I had to become to survive someone else’s delusions. And instead of trying to get “her” back, I let Roxy take the mic.

She’s not a persona. She’s a plot twist.

Roxy is what happens when you stop filtering your fury.

When you stop waiting to be understood.

When you get tired of putting your grief in a quiet box labeled “healing.”

She’s voice memos at 3 a.m.

She’s eyeliner with the smudge already built in.

She’s glitter on a bruise.

She’s the sacred mess.

So if you’re here looking for answers, step into the Shift Set.

If you’re trying to time travel out of trauma, buckle up.

And if you’re looking for permission to stop pretending you’re okay —

Roxy’s already kicked the door down for you.

Let the shift begin.