1/27/2018 0 Comments Finding Our Voices*PLEASE NOTE: The following may contain explicit language and content which could be found triggering.* I don’t really know how to tell my story right now. If you’ve been following me for awhile, you’ll know I used to have a different blog, a Tumblr page I used to express my inner thoughts and demons as I came to terms with the trauma I’d been through. It was liberating and nerve-wracking to share my experiences. There were times I delved into details of my eating disorder experiences or manic thoughts patterns, or wrote open letters to those I’d felt abused by. Eventually, I stopped writing that blog. It was therapeutic for me, helpful for some, and hard for others to swallow. My family and friends hadn’t known I was struggling so deeply. I'd felt such a strong obligation to hold up an “I have my shit together" perception that even the people close to me didn’t know how badly I was struggling. Once I’d put those struggles into the world, I couldn’t hide from them anymore: I didn’t have my shit together and no matter how much I pretended, I wasn’t getting any closer to happiness or inner peace.
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1/26/2018 1 Comment Imposter Syndrome.*PLEASE NOTE: The following may contain explicit language and content which could be found triggering.* I’m terrified.
As I sit here writing this, my body is overwhelmed with fear. That itch of panic climbs its way up my throat, begging to be released into tantrums, tears, an anxiety attack, or some other unknown. Because that’s what anxiety is, right? Fear of the unknown, fear of the possibilities, assumptions of possible outcomes. I’m terrified because I feel like an imposter. |
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