Welcome, Brave Soul, to the bleak and shadowy underbelly… of Personal Development

You’ve arrived at the intersection of personal growth and existential dread, neatly sandwiched between vintage slasher aesthetics and the creeping suspicion that life just might be a haunted house with poor lighting and questionable plumbing.

No, this is not your typical age of beige self-help site that lulls you into a sleeper-hold sense of security. Growth isn’t always inspirational. Sometimes, it’s claustrophobic, bloody, and wearing your mother’s face as a mask.

We’re not here to help you “fit in” — mostly because the world you’re trying to fit into is a burning theme park of mediocrity and fakeness. Instead, we celebrate the gloriously odd, the fabulously unhinged, and the charmingly deranged. You’re not here to conform — you’re here to metamorphose. Preferably under a full moon. On the moors. In a dense fog. This is self-actualisation… with bloodstains and fangs.

So sharpen your claws, darlings — embrace your inner monster and slay your demons - because the freaks that run their own show? Bring their weird to make life that much more interesting. 

Welcome to a world where outcasts reign and freaks find their fire. 
Ready? Let’s light the torch.

Here’s to the odd ones, the phantoms, the weirdos, the freaks, the kooks, the tormented souls who lurk in the shadows and revel in their dark flame.

The irregulars, jagged and scarred, who never fit into your perfect world of hollow smiles, shallow rules and square holes…

The ones who walk through graves, not halls, and laugh menacingly in the face of conformity. They shun the light, care nothing for your status quo, for the mundane will never hold their gaze.

You can ignore them, fear them, mock them or reject them — but one thing you will never do is chain their spirit — as they carve their own path through darkness and fog, untamed and unbroken.

While some may call them mad, we call them free. Because only those brave enough to embrace the abyss, those who dare to dance with their demons and indulge their wild, are the ones who turn madness into rebellion and chaos into creation.

The Soul Behind the Screams

I’m Mimi Rose, the sarcastic creature behind the veil — Gen Xen. Outcast. Introvert. Rule-breaker. Part classic horror nerd. Part unconventional empowerment junkie.

I started this because nothing made me feel seen; no place I fit in… until I saw myself in a slasher flick and realised: survival is a skill — especially in a world that is getting scarier by the day and a refuge of comfort in the dark shadows of night.

This site is my scream into the void — and my invitation to you to scream back.

Be the

Strange

you want to see in the world

Born from the ashes of burnout and boredom, we’re an old-school classic cult horror-themed content hub for outsiders who crave personal growth without the pastel rainbow affirmation sprinkles. Think blood-stained self-help, empowerment with edge and blog posts that feel like they were scrawled on a haunted mirror in lipstick.

This isn’t your grandma’s self-help site — unless your grandma was a chainsaw-wielding undead goth queen with a flair for sarcasm. Our blog isn’t here to coddle you. It’s here to haunt your comfort zone and resurrect your self-worth. You’ll laugh. You’ll question everything. You’ll maybe scream. But mostly, you’ll feel seen.

This site was created for every freak who’s ever felt like Frankenstein’s monster in a corporate meeting or a Downton Abbey tea-party. This isn’t personal development for the faint of heart. This is for the freaks who rise. The monsters who grow. The weirdos who burn it all down and build something better. Motivational blog meets morbid humour meets killer tees. It’s part cult, part therapy, all fire. Join us if you’re done pretending to be “normal”.