Who the F*ck Am I?
The Workbook I Created to Heal My Sh*t—and Help You Do the Same
Let me be brutally honest: this workbook isn’t some cutesy self-help fairytale where you visualize your dream life while bathing in moon water and whispering affirmations to your succulents. (No shade if that’s your thing—but this ain’t that.)
Who the Fuck Am I? is raw. It’s real. It’s me metaphorically grabbing you by the shoulders, handing you a mirror, and saying, “Alright babe, it’s time. Let’s unpack the chaos.”
I wrote this because I got sick of pretending to be the picture of wellness while internally doing mental parkour just to make it through a Tuesday. I was carrying unresolved trauma like it was a Louis Vuitton bag—except instead of being chic, it was dripping all over my relationships, tanking my self-worth, and making me a regular in the survival-mode Olympics.
The Breakdown Heard ’Round My Nervous System
After years of performing, perfecting, people-pleasing, and emotionally white-knuckling my way through life—I cracked. And not like, “Oops! I’m a little stressed, better go take a bubble bath.” Nah. I cracked like a mason jar full of fermented garlic dropped from a second-story window. It was messy. It stunk. It was a disaster.
See, when you’re rolling with CPTSD, AuDHD, and a mile-long list of health issues from years of eating like a raccoon in a 7-Eleven dumpster while ignoring every red flag your body’s waving—you eventually hit a wall. Mine wasn’t just a wall. It was a full-on demolition.
So I created the thing I desperately needed during that mess: a workbook that doesn’t suck.
WTF Is This Workbook?
Glad you asked, curious human.
Who the Fuck Am I? is not just a workbook. It’s part therapy session, part diary meltdown, part “holy shit” moment of self-awareness. It’s a no-holds-barred deep dive into your patterns, your pain, and your buried power.
Inside you’ll find:
🔥 Journal prompts that go way deeper than “What are you grateful for today?” (Snooze. We’re here to excavate, not scrapbook.)
🎨 Doodles and visuals because let’s be real—your brain deserves something prettier than a Word doc and Times New Roman.
🧠 Questions that lovingly call you on your bullshit. (Emphasis on lovingly… but also, bullshit.)
😏 Sass and sarcasm seasoned in like cayenne on your grandma’s deviled eggs—because healing without humor? Boring.
✨ A whole-ass space to write, rage, reflect, and rise. No rules. No filters. No need to be Pinterest-perfect.
Who’s This For?
If you’re lying awake at night, staring at the ceiling, wondering how your life turned into a weird combo of burnout, brain fog, and low-key existential dread—hi, welcome, you’re my people.
If you’re the overachiever who’s killing it on paper but quietly unraveling behind the scenes? Yeah. You’re in the right place.
This is for the ones:
healing from trauma
sick of wellness culture BS
rocking sobriety (or thinking about it)
knee-deep in therapy and shadow work
or just trying to figure out why the hell you feel like a goblin when you’re supposed to be a goddess.
Basically, this workbook is for beautifully messy humans who are done with the fake-it-til-you-break-it lifestyle.
The Big-Ass Dream
I’m not trying to sell a million copies so I can retire on a beach sipping coconut water in a linen jumpsuit. (Though, not gonna lie… tempting.)
I want to sell a million copies because this shit matters. Because when we start actually processing our pain instead of shoving it down with overpriced lattes and doomscrolling—we begin to heal. For real.
Picture this: a world where people aren’t just surviving on autopilot, but actually liking themselves. Trusting themselves. Choosing joy without needing to earn it first.
That’s the world I’m chasing. One brutally honest, beautifully unfiltered workbook at a time.
Okay, Real Talk:
Yeah, I know I’ve shared this on socials. And in emails. And probably muttered about it to the cashier at Target. But listen—I’m obsessed for a reason.
If this message made your soul perk up or your inner chaos queen scream “YAS,” do me a favor: like it. Comment on it. Share it. Shout it from the rooftops. Tell your therapist. Slide it into a group chat. Tape it to a lamppost. Whatever floats your healing boat.
Because I believe in this workbook. I believe in this message. And I believe that someone out there—someone like you or like me—is waiting for this exact permission slip to start healing without the sugarcoated crap.
So let’s keep spreading the word. Let’s keep flipping the bird to shame, perfectionism, and pretending to have it all figured out.
Because newsflash: you’re not too broken. You’re not too late. You’re not “too much.”
You’re just getting started.
Now grab the damn book and let’s wreck some internal narratives, shall we?
Grab your copy on Amazon here → Who the Fuck Am I?
🖤
Tina Sorenson
Your sassy, spicy, unfiltered healing guide
(The Wellness Blondie)
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I wrote Who the Fuck Am I? because I was tired of pretending I was thriving while mentally cartwheeling through chaos. This ain’t your basic self-help fluff—it’s raw, it’s real, and it will call you out (with love and sarcasm, of course).
💥 If you’re healing, unraveling, questioning everything, or just tired of living on autopilot—this workbook is your new ride-or-die.
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