Ok it’s been years I have hummed and hawed about doing this..writing I mean. I used to enjoy it and I always found it helped me release stress and anxiety. I used to have friends and family that told me my writing was good but we’re they just being nice?
See here’s the thing somewhere from the age of hrmm 16 my already low self confidence continued to go in a downward spiral and over the years I have just hated myself more and more. To the point I wonder if I’m good at anything and am I meant to even have a future in anything other than being a dissapointment.
I know I went dark quick *sigh* I am sorry. It’s not very nice of me to go so dramatic so soon.
If you have made it this far thank you for reading my rambling and I hope you stick around for what’s to come. I’m not sure if I’m ready for honest feedback but I guess by posting this online I am. So feel free to share your thoughts on this lame post. I hope to share stories from my life past present and future, things I learn, book reviews and stories that put a smile on your face too.
I just need somebody or something to talk to. I don’t have anyone in my life right now that I can share my fears and thoughts with or anyone that will actually listen. My family and friends live too far away (my fault I should be closer) and none of my friends here really care to hear my ramblings and thoughts.
Truthfully this blog just like me…will always be a work in progress and you will get to read about it and all the shenanigans first hand. But I do hope people can relate to some things, laugh, learn, share ideas and stories on the comments and call me out on my shit too. I just need to know I’m not alone..
A constant work in progress 