About me

Hey, I’m Christine, your not-so-average narrator navigating the wild, messy maze of mental illness and emotional mayhem. Diagnosed with more labels than a pharmacy, disillusioned as hell, and disturbingly self-aware, I’m still here, tea cup in hand, ready to spill all the messy, raw, and downright scandalous details.

This blog is my therapy, my stage, and my personal gossip column. Expect panic attacks served with a side of dark humor, trauma unpacked with brutal honesty, and drama so real it practically has a spotlight - full out Jerry Springer episodes. And yes — there’s plenty of juicy, messy gossip, because what’s survival without a little chaos and tea to keep things interesting?

If you’re over the polished, pretend-it’s-all-fine bullshit and craving a no-filter, no-apologies look at what it really means to survive — buckle up. High Drama, Low Serotonin isn’t here to fix you; it’s here to keep it real, laugh through the chaos, and remind you you’re not alone in the madness.

Welcome to the madhouse. Grab a seat — the drama’s just getting started, and the serotonin’s long gone.

⚠️ Disclaimer: Not a Doctor, Just a Disaster⚠️

Please be advised I am not a doctor, therapist, or anything of the sorts.

This is my chaos, my coping, and my questionable choices. Please don’t swap real help for words from someone who still Googles “Am I dying or is it just anxiety?” at 2AM, while eating cookies in the dark.

My inbox is always open if you just want someone to talk to (YOU ARE NOT ALONE) but if you think it's a good idea to use my coping skills, or the words written on here as advice, as a form of help, for the love of serotonin, maybe call a professional. 💋