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 done the work and discovered it didn’t make them finished.
Who think too much, feel too hard, and somehow still want more.

I’ll show up with honesty, some mess, and the occasional sentence that doesn’t wear gloves.
No fixes. Just the messy, true thing.

If this feels familiar, you’re in the right place.
If it doesn’t, pass it to the soft one who never says anything in the group chat.

Welcome to the refuge. 💙
— cinnamon