I’ve thought about writing for SO long. For YEARS actually. I’ve always known I’m eventually going to write a book, a memoir. I guess I just haven’t given myself permission to express myself without inhibitions. I’ve tried journaling but the entries are never that raw or honest. I’ve been writing them as if someone else is going to read them, as if someone else is going to judge them though the pages lie hidden in my nightstand drawer.

I’ve been seeing a therapist and I am finally coming around to the idea of using writing as a way to “heal” from all the bullshit I’ve been through. I hate this idea of “healing” though. Introspection is what I am hoping for rather. Increased self-awareness. Who am I really? Am I the same person that others perceive me to be? Do I outwardly portray the person that I know I am? I guess we’ll find out.

I decided to scrap my half-ass journaling efforts for this blog. If I’m going to write about my life it might as well be raw, unhinged, unedited, and for everyone to read. Welcome to my brain.