The Spill Babes

It’s the last hour of 2025, and I’m sitting here thinking about why I started this blog 3 months ago in the first place. It wasn’t just to write or post pretty things. It wasn’t to chase numbers or clout. I started this blog this year for no reason other than the fact that I was sick of holding my thoughts hostage. I needed a place where raw, beautiful, painful, and hilarious stories could live. A place to spill it all without filters and without pretending I had it together. I needed a corner where I could scream into the void, and maybe, just maybe, someone would hear me.

And you did. You came. You read. You laughed. You nodded. You rolled your eyes. You cursed under your breath when I said something painfully true. You felt it with me. And honestly? That means more than I can even say. 

This blog became more than just words on a screen. It became a little corner of the internet where I could talk to people like me; people who feel too much, talk too loudly, and sometimes cry a little too hard. People who don’t pretend life is perfect and know that messy is sometimes the most beautiful thing we’ve got.

You’ve become my community, even if I don’t know each of you personally. You’ve shown up, clicked, read, commented, shared, and most importantly, you’ve held space for all the shit I’ve tried to put into every post.

2025 was wild. It was a hot mess. But we survived it. I survived it with you and that’s worth something. That’s worth champagne. That’s worth a goddamn cigarette (doesn’t count on NYE). 

As we move into 2026, I want to promise you this: there’s more coming. More stories, more truth, more laughter, more heartbreak, and more unapologetic chaos. I want to keep growing this community into a place where we can spill, scream, cry, and celebrate all the beauty of truly living together.

Thank you for reading, for showing up, for being part of this. Thank you for letting me share my heart, my chaos, my thoughts, and my unfiltered life. And thank you for trusting me with yours, in some small way, just by being here. Pour yourself a drink Spillers and buckle up; once the ball drops, we’re doing it all over again but thousands of times harder.

I love all of you. Happy New Years.

Keep Spilling Babes, xx.