The Organic Truth
For those new to me, welcome to the madness. For the vets, glad to have you back. I’m pulling a Meghan Markle with this rebrand—minus (hopefully) the collective groan.
When I started Anxious But Unbothered in 2021, it was a perfect fit. I was still drinking, I had named it based on a resentment I held (true story), and my self-confidence was nowhere to be found. It might not have seemed that way from the outside, but my constant self-deprecation, perfectionism-induced stress, and compulsive need to please everyone was emotionally and spiritually killing me from the inside out.
Let’s start with the obvious question: why the rebrand? For a while, I had felt that Anxious But Unbothered no longer fit my lifestyle. It became increasingly difficult to write about my new life while keeping a tagline like “Welcome to the shit show.” These days, I live like a monk—not entirely by design, I’ve learned to lean into it. I'm in bed by 9 p.m., I write my gratitudes every morning, and I believe in the power of the universe. This is a stark contrast to the old me: drinking champagne in the bathtub, plotting revenge on my enemies (which, let’s be honest, is not very Zen of me), and subtly putting myself down at every turn.
I was hiding behind a facade—the version of myself I thought I had to be. The fun, life-of-the-party, go-with-the-flow girl who gets along with everyone. But what I’ve realized is that I am not go-with-the-flow and I most certainly do not get along with everyone. I can be quite serious, I care deeply about justice and transparency, and I prefer being at home with my cats over nearly any social event. When I created Anxious But Unbothered, I didn’t think the real me would sell. I didn’t think anyone would want that content.
Let me be very clear—aside from a few outlandish photos and a grandiose personality, the majority of that blog was who I was at the time. Or at least, who I thought I was.
Don’t get me wrong—parts of the old me still shine through. I recently spent eleven months fighting a $200 traffic ticket. I’m talking dash cam footage, body cam footage, tracking how many tickets that specific officer had issued compared to the citywide average. Lets just say jaws were dropped and the prosecution were sweating.
In the end, I lost—perhaps for daring to challenge a system that protects its own (I said what I said). But I made the prosecution squirm, stood firm in the face of injustice, and walked away with my dignity (mostly) intact. And I found out that if this blog doesn’t work out, I might have a shot at Harvard Law. What, like it’s hard?
Living proof that pettiness—when done with intention—is absolutely a form of self-expression.
But generally speaking, I’m more intuitive about the battles I choose to fight. I’ve learned to let go of the ones I know I can’t win—or that simply aren’t worth fighting. My peace now takes priority.
My new website will be ever-changing. While I’ll keep some aspects of Anxious But Unbothered, I’m also introducing new elements. I’ll be sharing my real thoughts on topics—whether people agree with me or not. I’ve spent most of my life afraid to speak up (both figuratively and literally), but I am no longer chained to those fears.
For those who have been here since the beginning—thank you. To those who no longer speak to me but are still reading this post—thank you. 😉 There’s room for everyone here. And for those who are just now joining the madness, welcome!
I have so much to share with you, and I can’t wait to get started.
An now we begin. Boldly.
