I write short essays about noticing things, emotional maintenance, and the quiet parts of adulthood.
Oct 16, 2025 “Another small autopsy of connection.” Sometimes a friendship doesn’t die—it simply stops seeing. There’s no obituary for that, only a shift in the air, a silence where warmth used to live. We write about this kind of ending again and again, each time thinking
Nov 20, 2025 Something happens. Then your mind gets involved, and all hell breaks loose. Here come the emotions — showing up like relatives at an unplanned family reunion. And really, when do those ever go smoothly? Someone’s always lost, someone’s always late. But they come anyway. From all
Dec 28, 2025 Just got my teeth cleaned. Why can’t we do that for our emotions? Why can’t we have a twice-a-year cleaning where we sit down, open wide, and let someone scrape the plaque off our inner lives. The buildup. The stuff we swear isn’t there
Aug 07, 2025 This wasn’t planned. It just wouldn’t leave me alone. So here it is—quietly. No email blast. No call to action. Just something that needed to be said. They say we need to be protected. That AI is getting too good at pretending to care.
Hi, I’m Cinnamon. I write from the deep end, about loneliness, self-compassion, and the quiet things people pretend aren’t happening. This isn’t a space for advice or healing hacks. No shortcuts. No neat bows. It’s for people who are emotionally fluent and still starving. Who’ve