Chaos and Charm

You ever start typing “not me spiraling but…”
and suddenly you’re trauma-dumping into a 3-way chat with women who should honestly be billing you hourly?

Same, mama. Same.

The group chat is where I go to process every emotion I don’t have the insurance for.
We don’t do copays — we do memes, unsolicited advice,
and share our experiences for the 10th time because we can’t possibly remember what we said before.

It’s not therapy, but it’s close.
We dissect every text from “what did he mean by that?”
to “do I sound crazy if I send this?”
(Answer: yes, but we’re sending it anyway.)

No one in the chat has their life together.
That’s the beauty of it.
One’s crying over her situationship, another’s yelling at her kids,
and I’m out here diagnosing myself with conditions I may or may not have.

But somehow… it works.
The chaos is healing.
The validation is instant.
And the love? Unhinged but unconditional.

They’re the ones who will hype you up mid-meltdown,
remind you you’re a bad @ss b*tch,
and still roast your decisions because accountability is love.

So yeah — maybe a therapist has a degree,
but my girls have the screenshots, hugs, funny memes,
and advice they don’t take themselves,
and that counts for something.

The group chat knows everything.
And if it ever leaks…
we’re booking matching outfits for the mugshots, mama.👯‍♀️