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

The tears between jobs. The silent rides home. The days where healing didn’t look cute—it looked like crying in traffic and still showing up anyway.

This is for the too-much and the not-enough. For the emotionally fluent and the energetically exhausted. For the ones doing the work, and the ones staring at the mess like:

“Damn… do I have to unpack all this today?”

Let’s be real—healing? Ghetto. 0/10. Would not recommend. But here we are. Doing the work. Making memes to cope. Romanticizing the breakdown—playlist on, tears loading.

We’re not soft. We’re not hard. We’re real. This is where the tough ones admit they’re tired. The funny ones admit they’re hurting. And the healers admit they need a damn break too.

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

We offer realness- with a little sting and a lot of soul. The kind that hugs you mid-spiral, then lovingly roasts you for texting your ex again. (It’s okay. Growth is nonlinear.)

This isn’t some sparkly Pinterest-perfect aesthetic. It’s more like:

“I cried, said an affirmation, wiped my tears, told myself ‘we’re fine’ in that same high pitch (twice), cleared my throat, hit a deeper ‘I’m fine,’ and turned the music up to drown my thoughts like nothing happened.”

This brand is for the beautifully complex. The ones who are healing, thriving, hiding, and overthinking—all at once.

It’s messy. It’s sacred.

It’s ours.