Migraine hit mid-dinner. By midnight, I was puking by the roadside like a hungover college kid... except it was just exhaustion, pride, and bad luck. My guy? Stayed by my side, bag in hand, like love in a denim jacket. This open journal is about pain, care, and the beautiful absurdity of being human.
Not your typical "About Me." This is where the resume ends and the messy, honest life begins. I’m Kooks—a project manager, bibliotherapist, ex-dollar mule, mom, and walking contradiction. This site’s part portfolio, part open journal, and part therapy session I didn’t book. Come for the credentials, stay for the chaos.
