At first my writing was basically just a journal; a public diary that I vented and explored my thoughts on my new life and the struggles that came with it. It gradually developed into a sort of self-therapy for myself and I realised that writing was helping to keep me sane. It was helping me rediscover myself and my new purpose and was the only thing I was really working towards at the time. While I still do write for myself, the main reason why I write today is for you. Continue reading
“Tell us about your self” was written in the empty box underneath my name. This question was one that I had never struggled with before, in fact if anything I struggled to write about myself within the word limits that capped my answer short every time. This question was now one that brought tears to my eyes and churned my stomach. Why is it so hard to answer this simple question? I feel torn between holding onto my old identity and accepting my new one, but I have no idea what my new identity is. Continue reading
“What have you been up to?” You ask.
I respond with “Oh you know just the usual, napping, sitting on the couch, Netflix.”
“I’m so jealous! I wish I could stay home every day and watch TV!” Continue reading