Cead is dead.
She began as a coaching practice — neat, well-intentioned, and painfully polite.
Then life happened. Bureaucracy happened. Burnout, betrayal, BPD, and a dozen other inconvenient lies and humiliations disguised as truths, happened.
So this isn’t a business anymore
It’s a graveyard of old ambitions and a greenhouse for new ones.
What you’ll find here: fragments, essays, maybe the occasional scream into the digital void.
What you won’t find: coaching packages, productivity tips, or anyone pretending they’re fine.
Welcome to the afterlife of self-improvement.
Welcome to what’s left of Cead.
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