Well as they say, better late than never! It’s been 4 years since I sat down and actually wrote anything, (took me a moment to actually remember my word press password)
4 years of life, bittersweet life.
4 years of pain and heartache.
4 years of anger and bitterness.
4 years of darkness and sadness.
But also, 4 years of growth and maturity.
4 years of learning who I am and where I’m meant to be.
4 years of reaching a place of acceptance and understanding.
4 years of fighting for my mental health.
4 years of gratitude and happiness.
4 years of absolutely finding myself.
Where am I now? I’m happy, I’m content, I’m positive, I’m doing pretty good considering the circumstances…
So, as I take on this new lease of life, I want to take up writing again. Walk with me?