I’m Eliza (she/her)

Queer mental health advocate, apartment gardener, and reformed workaholic slowly finding balance in nesting, making weird art, and writing my way through the pandemic (and the subsequent grief for the loss of my career, as I knew it, and the identity I had built around it). Before the initial restaurant closures in March 2020, I was an extremely high strung and habitually overworked restaurant manager and had been for over a decade. Now, I find myself coping my way through all of this newfound freedom with the help of really hard therapy work, a lot of reading, discovering peace in creativity, and welcoming failure. Oh, and by making this very public ‘dear diary’ to share with you, after all I am a bartender at heart, how else do you make meaningful connections without an exhibitionist foundation? Let’s get vulnerable.