Writing is therapy. Sometimes I will not even know how I am feeling until I write it down. The existence of my being was brought to life by literature - bones made of satire and flesh stitched together by romantic conventions. I am still coming to terms with the fact that I am my own main character, even when it feels like I am a silent, distracted member of the audience who tends to chew her popcorn a little too loud. I am here to remind you that you are the main character of your life. Sometimes you will be the protagonist, many times you will even be the antagonist, but nevertheless when the curtains close you should live a life worth a standing ovation.
This blog is a safe space for me to share my past, my pain, my hope, myself - to vent, ramble, and probably overshare. I am essentially letting you read my diary. That's terrifying. I’m going to do it anyways. I’m going to do it scared.
I should note that this is *not* a sobriety blog. That being said, my past is a graveyard full of innocent victims and my alcoholism dug every grave. They say your bottom is not how far down you go, it’s when you put the shovel down. I hold the shovel now and on September 1, 2020, I stopped digging graves and started planting flowers instead. This is not a sobriety blog, however, there would be no blog without sobriety. There would be no words… because there would be no me.
Thank you for visiting my page. I know you are busy and it makes my heart happy that you chose to come see me.
I am always available to talk, give advice, or even just listen as you rant about your boss who is just absolutely OUT TO GET YOU! I want to know you. Don't be a stranger.