So I made a choice: I was going to build something of my own. I didn’t want to feel powerless anymore. I wanted to create something for all the weirdos and misfits like me. I wanted to laugh again, scream a little, and maybe make others smile while I did it.

Grumpy Greetings was stitched together with scraps of hope and lots of caffeine. My stickers, cards, tumblers, and every ridiculous, unhinged thing I make? They’re packed with heart, chaos, and the kind of raw honesty that capitalism doesn’t usually reward. And yet—here I am, still creating.

Then things got harder.

My husband lost his job after standing up to the corporate machine. We were suddenly living on scraps of unemployment, my small business income, and sheer willpower. I was terrified. I need medication to survive. Losing insurance was gut-wrenching. The depression came in like a tidal wave. But I kept going. Because I had to.

I posted my first real attempt at growth in December. Just 50 followers—mostly friends and family. But I kept showing up. I slowly found my people: feminists, queers, book lovers, spoonies, anti-capitalists, and every glorious radical soul who said, “Hey, I see you.”

Then January hit. Then Etsy happened. When I realized I was helping fund a platform that quietly enabled hate, I walked away—even though it meant losing income I desperately needed. I made a post. I took a stand. And then you showed up like a lighthouse in the storm.

Since then, I’ve been able to slowly chip away at debt and bills. I’ve shipped hundreds of orders. And every single one is proof that this little chaotic, vulnerable, weird corner of the internet matters.

Grumpy Greetings isn’t just about stickers or snark. It’s about survival. It’s about joy. It’s about resistance.

If you’re here, thank you. You’re literally helping keep the roof over our heads and my medicine in reach. You’re reminding me every day that silly shit has a place—and so do I.

I may not be viral (yet), and I’m still catching up—but I’m resilient. Always.

💛 Lianna