About

Hey, I'm the voice behind Broken Diary – a 20-something wanderer piecing together the sharp edges of life, one raw entry at a time. Originally from the bustling chaos of India, where "what will people say?" can silence your soul, I started this space as a secret Hindi journal for my heartbreaks, money panics, and those endless 3 AM spirals. But pain doesn't stick to borders, right? So in late 2025, I flipped the script: English for the global mess, because if you're hustling through New York winters or LA sunsets feeling fractured, this is for you.

Here, it's not about polished advice or "10 steps to slay." It's the unfiltered truth – the overdraft tears, the ghosted texts that gut-punch, the burnout days when getting out of bed feels like a win. Categories? Financial Fractures (debt diaries), Mind Mess (anxiety rants), Heart Shatters (love wreckage), Hustle Hell (career crashes), Rebuild Rituals (small glues), and Reader Rants (your stories too). Think of it as your late-night scroll buddy: vulnerable, sarcastic, and zero BS.

Why "Broken Diary"? Because we're all cracked jars – some shards sparkle, others cut. Mine? A mix of student loans at 7%, freelance flops, and therapy breakthroughs that cost less than my coffee habit. If my mess makes your Monday lighter, stick around. Comment, share, rant back. We're rebuilding squad.

A Little More About Me:

• Day Job: Remote marketer by day, overthinker by night.
• Favorites: Billie Eilish for the ache, park walks for reset, "The Bell Jar" for feeling seen.
• Mission: Normalize the ugly – 'cause healing starts when we stop hiding.

Got a story that fits? DM or email (below). Let's turn breaks into breakthroughs.

– The Broken Diarist (still figuring it out)