About Us
(It’s just me. Plus the inner child, the anxious one, the shadowy baddie, the sacred slut, the witch, the recovering codependent, and that soft version of me who finally feels safe.)
Hey, I’m Brandi — boy mom, girl grams, intuitive firestarter, and the creatrix behind Myspace Afterlife.
This whole thing started after a total life implosion (shoutout to divorce, addiction recovery, a Kundalini awakening, and one soul-snatching breakup). Somewhere between losing everything and finding myself again, I realized: I wasn’t broken. I was being cracked open.
Now I build spaces for others who are walking through their own holy fire — folks who need nervous system-safe healing, rituals that actually work, and a place where you don’t have to pretend you’re okay when you’re clearly mid-breakdown, sobbing into a hoodie that still smells like your ex, surrounded by glitter, ash, and Squishmallows.
Myspace Afterlife is part healing portal, part creative studio, part community coven. Whether you’re rebuilding your identity, reclaiming your body, or trying to figure out what your 8th house Chiron placement has to do with your codependency... you belong here.
And the best part? You probably already have everything you need to get started.
When I began this journey, all I had were some journals, an internet connection, and the ungodly inventory of trauma-response-level hoarding — and baby, that was enough.
The Story Behind The Name
Why “Myspace Afterlife”?
Because let’s be honest… healing feels like dying a little. Or a lot.
It’s ego death. Identity death. Inner child CPR. And when I started rebuilding myself, I realized: I wasn’t the same person anymore. But damn if I didn’t still miss the girl who set her Myspace song to Bright Eyes and trauma-bonded in glittery HTML.
Myspace Afterlife is a nod to that version of us — the ones who overshared on the internet before it was a brand strategy.
It’s for the inner scene kid, the soft weirdo, the survivor who shapeshifted through so many masks she forgot what her own face looked like.
Now we come back to her — or forward, maybe — with a nervous system that’s slowly learning to feel safe. With rituals. With community. With actual tools, not just vague Pinterest quotes and shame.
This is the afterlife — of the girl who kept pretending everything was fine.
And we’re building it one journal entry, playlist, meltdown, and sacred product drop at a time.
Our mission is to help you build a life that feels like it was made for you — not for your trauma, your conditioning, or anyone else’s expectations. Through rituals, community, sacred tools, and messy magic, Myspace Afterlife is here to remind you: you’re not broken — you’re becoming.
“"Play is medicine. It softens your armor, slows your breath, and reminds your nervous system it’s safe to dream again."
— Brandi, Founder of Myspace Afterlife
