Hi there and welcome, it’s 2026! If you’re new here, I’m genuinely so happy you found your way into my little corner of the internet.
If you’ve been here since the very beginning… wow.
You’ve witnessed a lot of character development.
Grab a drink. Get comfy. Let’s talk.
So in 2020 I created this blog and then it died, but we restarted and haven’t stopped since. If you were around during the original re-launch, you might remember that first reintroduction post — the one where I basically said:
“Hi, I’m Eryn, the world is on fire, my life is also on fire, and somehow this website is my new emotional support animal.”
Feel free to read it, it was the original start here post. It was peak COVID energy.
I was stuck at home, burnt out, playing The Sims like it was a full-time job, convinced I was failing at everything from relationships to adulthood to basic human functioning. The website crashed twice, I cried three times, and then I made the post anyway.
It wasn’t polished.
It wasn’t aesthetic.
But it was honest — raw, messy, comforting in the chaos.
That voice?
I’m bringing it back.
Because honestly… I still need it.
A lot has happened since that first “hello world, please be gentle with me” post.
I’ve:
- survived heartbreak
- escaped a toxic relationship
- rebuilt my life from scratch
- realized I’m a perfectionist who makes everything 1000x harder for myself
- gotten married
- forgotten how to rest
- tried to restart a pinup account
- joined a church I got too exhausted to actually attend
- relapsed into burnout multiple times
- talked a big game about trusting my instinct while absolutely never trusting my instinct
And through all of it, I kept writing — inconsistently, imperfectly, but always honestly.
A lot has happened.A lot hasn’t happened. And a lot is in-progress.
Which brings me to…Right now, I feel like that spinning loading circle that starts to irritate you right before the video finally plays. So allow me to reintroduce myself
I’m Eryn.
I write when life feels too big or too small.
I overthink everything.
I stress myself into shutdowns and call it “perfectionism.”
I carry softness like it’s both a superpower and a liability.
I desperately want to be happy, but I’m still figuring out how to choose myself.
I’m tired, hopeful, cozy, overwhelmed, and healing at the strangest possible pace.
I’m trying — truly trying — to trust my instincts, even though internally my GPS is always saying:
“Recalculating…”
SomePunnyBunny is the space where I get to be fully human — imperfect, emotional, funny, messy, nostalgic, cozy, and very much in-progress. This blog started as a COVID coping mechanism, survived multiple identity crises, and now lives somewhere between:
🍵 diary
🍯 comfort corner
🍁 soft aesthetic chaos
📚 messy personal essays
☕ cozy routines
✨ nostalgia & feelings
📝 honest moments you can read on a slow morning
This space has never been about being perfect.
It’s about being present.
Being human.
Being in-progress.
Just like you.
Just like me.
Whether you’ve been here since the pandemic meltdown era
or you’re just now wandering in —
I’m glad you’re here.
This is my life in words:
cozy, chaotic, hopeful, imperfect.
And this is the next chapter.
Let’s see where it goes. 💛✨
