Hey, it's Karl!

Hey! I’m Karl

My real name is Kayla – but Karl is a nickname that stuck, and honestly, it fits.

As ridiculous as it sounds, she’s sharper. Funnier. A little darker. A little braver.

I’m a mother, a fiancée, a writer, a hospitality queen, a domestic violence survivor and a woman who laughs at dark jokes but still cries when no one’s looking.

I’ve worked jobs that drained me.

I’ve smiled through chaos.

I’ve healed loudly and quietly.

I’ve started things. Pivoted. And started again.

This space exists because I got tired of pretending I was “Fine”.

I believe:

• Dark humor is a coping mechanism, not a character flaw.
• Healing isn’t aesthetic.
• You can want softness and still be sharp.
• You can cry and build something powerful at the same time.

This blog is for:

• The self-aware.
• The emotionally layered.
• The mothers trying to raise kids and re-raise themselves.
• The workforce warriors who clock in while mentally planning their escape.
• The ones who joke about their trauma but are actually doing the work to face said trauma.

I don’t have everything figured out.

I’m building freedom in real time.

I’m building income from home.

I’m building a life that doesn’t drain me.

And this is my documentation of it.

Sometimes that looks like:

• Raw reflections
• Dark Humor Essays
• Short morbid stories
• Hospitality chaos confessions
• Real conversations about mental health

If you’re here, you probably feel a little different.

A little observant.

A little intense.

A little tired of pretending.

Good.

You’re in the right place.

Let’s cry, laugh, heal, and build something that pays us back.

– KARL