I should clarify: I did not.

See my therapist at a sex party. But I was high when I came up with it, and I thought it was funny. And it really honors the ethos of what this platform is all about: musings that come out of tough therapy sessions and unpacking my lowercase-T-trauma, LOLs about my sex life, and general yap about being a 30something woman in 2026. Who knows, maybe one day I will see my therapist at a sex party! I choose optimism.

TLDR; for my 30th birthday, I gave myself a divorce. It was liberating and also instigated the messiest era of my life to date. Which I mostly loved and definitely was due for, but was also excruciating (only slightly less so than amusement parks, Costco, being cornered by my parents at the dinner table, and long lines that don’t move) because I have OCD, was in recovery for Type A personality like two decades before it was cool, am an eldest daughter (IYKYK and if you don’t there will be a post on that), and am the person everyone thinks Has Their Shit Together (I do not).

This season of self discovery produced a few strong stories and shit-you-nots. It unleashed an unfiltered side of me that has things to share. It sparked a desired to buid a patform around radical honesty, relatable humor, and even some real value — all from my personal POV.

I cannot promise you this won’t be a totally unhinged place of content. But I can promise you giggles and a safe place to be seen.

PS — this platform is for fun. My work lives at piabeck.co and consideredsb.co