I’ve been writing for years, on the rare occasion that inspiration struck me, but I never saved any of my work. What I made was mostly inconsequential. It consisted of academic writing mostly, very little creative work, too many hours spent thinking too much and learning too little.
During the Pandemic, like with many people, my mental health bottomed out, and I realized very quickly that I desperately needed to start healing my own wounds.
People are complicated, and learning to recognize that complexity within myself required much more time than recognizing it in others.
Eventually, I hit an even further rock bottom than I even thought was possible. Amidst that misery, I learned who I really was, and I began to write again in earnest.
That was around 8 months ago, and now I need to make that writing hobby into a writing habit.
So here I am, writing a blog, that no one will read.
Here’s to being healthy, and to finally writing things down again.
If anyone’s reading this, I hope you’re doing well.
May God bless each and every one of you.
♾️ 🏳️🌈 🏳️⚧️
-Sheena