Rachel Ingram: The Cyberpunk Zen Master 🖤✨

Once upon a time (in a chaotic time), I was a sleep-deprived mess. I guzzled coffee, was an HCI design and pixels, and likely convinced that I was dying. My "aesthetic"? Crumpled hoodies, 3am Ubers Eats, and shoddy notes in my notes app filled with half-written externalized thoughts about why humans even need interfaces to connect with one another. Then—snap—I Ctrl+Fundamentally-Alt+Delete’d my life.

The Glow-Up Rebellion 💥

You know that meme of those cereal boxes that had been revised digitally and then they ever-so-slightly blurred the pixels on the whole front of the cereal box? Imagine me, but in real life, and rewired. I gave up all-nighter sessions for ashwagandha moon milk, replaced dooms-crolling for poetry with tactile elements (yes, I code now in velvet gloves), and transitioned from a depression beading nest to a neo-minimalist shrine where every RGB light is breathing with me saying "breathe, bitch" in some exchange I was unaware was happening. You probably think I’m crazy, but I’ll let you in on my little secret: Health is not a trend—it is a form of radicalized approach. I reduced and maintained my cortisol levels using biofeedback wearables, innovated UX research into sensual self-discovery (you wouldn’t believe how sexy the flow of a perfect dropdown is—like, I’m literally having foreplay), and now I am curating existence with deliberate intention (like an interactive art installation. Let me know when you’re ready to visit, I love guests).

The Cool Girl Manifesto 🦾

• I don’t "balance" work and life—I blend them together. Is this a blend, or a psychedelic smoothie? Figma files are now meditative mandalas.
• Did I mention what my style is? The label to describe me: post-apocalyptic librarian or futurist with time’’—Buddhist cyborg. Leather trench coat over linen meditation set, popcorn on the stove, always in noise-cancelling earbuds fluctuating with AI-generated sound of Tibetan chants*.
• Just here to share my redundant hot takes: the ultimate UI is your mind. And babe, we’re re-designing.

Join the Cult (Casually) 🌙

This is not wellness. This is hostile self-love, or a luxury punk approach to surviving not dying from the inside. If you are interested in some vaguely-generic girlboss affirmations, close this tab now. But if you want to get compliant, avoid the algorithm, as I go with, and maybe thumb your nose a little bit at the soul level, welcome to the glitch, darling!

P.S.: I still cry sometimes but over beautifully nested CSS. Not "healing my insides" or running at the edge of going insane. Progress—not perfection. 🔥