Raised by Vibes wasn’t born in a boardroom—it was born in the in-between.

The space between jobs. The silent rides home. The kind of healing that looks like staring into the void in traffic, not sure how you got there—but still showing up.

This is for the too-much and the not-enough. The emotionally fluent and the energetically exhausted. The ones doing the work, and the ones thinking:

“Damn… I don’t have the energy for this.”

Healing? Ghetto. 0/10. Would not recommend. But here we are—playlist on, memes to cope, nervous system in disarray.

We’re not soft. We’re not hard. We’re real. The strong admit they’re tired. The funny admit they’re hurting. And the healers ask for a break.

If you’ve ever said “I’m fine” in a pitch so high it startled your ancestors—welcome home.

We offer realness—with sting and soul. A brand that hugs you mid-spiral, then lovingly roasts you for texting your ex. (It’s fine. Growth is messy.)

Not Pinterest-perfect. More like:

“I disassociated in traffic, said an affirmation, and blasted music to drown the chaos.”

For the beautifully complex. Healing, thriving, hiding, and overthinking—all at once.

Messy. Sacred. Ours.