…to where internet advice columns go to die. 📝💀

🪞 Dear Miss Reckoning is the reckoning I didn’t know I needed.

I’m not a professional. Not a therapist. Not certified in anything except hindsight (not a real degree. I checked).

✍️ I’m a writer. I answer letters like someone who’s been burned.

Because oh, I’ve been burned.
Now I thrive on the sizzle.

💌 These aren’t real reader letters…

…because I started with no readers. Then realized I prefer fake people (real ones kind of suck sometimes).

🛑 This is a judgment-free zone (within reason).

We’ve all had it rough.
You don’t need me making it worse.

🪧 If you’re here, welcome.

I’m not here to fix you (because my therapist told me to stop that).
I’m here to offer perspective, not prescriptions.

⚖️ If you’re mid–pros and cons list about getting back with your toxic ex

(because everyone keeps telling you to journal about it), grab a mug. ☕

🚫 Still wondering? Don’t go back.

From experience, that’s always a no.
(Again. Not advice. Just telling you I tried it. It went badly.)

🫖 Sip your tea.

We’re burning it all down. Gently and intentionally.

🕵️‍♀️ If you’re not sure what you’re looking for…

…reading this blog for free is a low-risk option for figuring it out.

🔥 The reckoning isn’t the end.

It’s the beginning.
And it’s a ride. 🎢