About Me
There were times in my life when everything felt heavy—when getting through a day felt like wading through mud. During those moments, something as simple as a chapter in a book or a scene from a movie could lift the weight just enough to let some light in.
I didn’t always have the right words to explain what I was feeling, but stories? They spoke for me when I couldn’t figure out how to say it myself. Even when I felt totally alone, stories reminded me that someone, somewhere, had felt this way too. That was everything.
It started small. A sentence in a book that somehow knew exactly what I was feeling. A character in a film who was going through something eerily similar to what I was dealing with. A quiet moment between two people onscreen that somehow reached through the screen and touched something real inside me.
Stories like that don’t solve everything, but they do something just as important: they make it easier to breathe.
The Power of Stories
There’s something wild and beautiful about stories.
You take this made-up thing—some ink on paper or pixels on a screen—and somehow it makes you cry. Or laugh. Or feel understood. That’s not a small thing. That’s magic.
We talk a lot about stories as entertainment, and sure, they are. But they’re also maps. Mirrors. Sometimes even escape hatches.
They teach us things without being preachy. They lay people bare—the mess, the beauty, all of it. They let us try on lives we’ll never live, visit places we’ll never go, and sit inside heads we’ll never meet in real life.
And sometimes they just let us feel—really feel—without judgment.
There’s this quiet, invisible thread that connects people through stories. You read something that breaks your heart, and you know someone else—maybe the writer, maybe another reader—felt it break too. You’re not alone.
That’s the part that always gets me. That quiet connection.
It’s not always about big, dramatic moments either. Sometimes it’s the tiniest scene. A dog waiting at the door. A character making tea after a fight. A silence that stretches too long. Those little things? They hold entire worlds.
And when you’re going through something—grief, heartbreak, anxiety, loss—those little moments can hit harder than anything else.
They don’t fix things, but they help you sit with what you’re feeling. They remind you you’re not weird or broken for feeling it. That other people get it too.
Why I Made This Website
This site isn’t just a collection of my favorite books and movies. It’s more personal than that.
I made this space because I know what it feels like to be lost in your own head. I know how it feels to be scrolling through a million things online and still feel like nothing’s quite for you. So I made this.
Not ‘cause I’ve figured everything out—far from it—but I do know what a good story can do when you need it most.
Maybe you’re here because you need a break. Or a laugh. Or something that’ll make you feel less alone. I get that.
What I hope to do here is simple: share stories that matter. Ones that helped me. Ones that moved me or gave me a moment of peace or reminded me what it means to feel human.
Some of them are quiet. Some are loud and wild. Some are beautifully sad. Some are just weird and comforting in their own way. But every one of them meant something to me, and maybe they’ll mean something to you too.
This site isn’t about being a critic or having the “right” opinions. It’s about connection.
I think the best stories don’t just entertain us—they find us when we need them most. They don’t need to be perfect. They just need to be honest.
So if you’re here looking for something real—something to hold onto or something to distract you for a while—you’re in the right place.
And if you’re going through hard times, I want you to know you’re not the only one. Even if it feels like it. Some of these stories kept me going when everything else felt like it was falling apart. Maybe one of them finds you when you need it, too.
This is just the beginning. I’ll keep adding books and movies to the site—some new, some old, some weird, some that just quietly blew me away.
Stuff that helped me feel a little more human. I want to pass that on.
And if any of these stories do even a small thing for you—make you laugh, make you cry, help you sleep, help you breathe—then that’s enough. More than enough.
Thanks for being here. Really.
Stay as long as you need.