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Wednesday, April 24, 2013

My story

Last year, I started sharing snippets of my life story. It was both easy and hard; I've always felt that writing is cathartic for me and have no trouble scribbling out what's on my mind. Sharing it publicly, however, is another thing.

Thankfully, I've only received positive responses, and that made it easier to continue sharing bits and pieces. There's still so much to organize and process and that's what's overwhelming at this point. There's also a lot I don't remember, which is probably my brain's way of protecting me from catastrophic emotional scarring for the rest of my life.

In addition to not remembering, I hate that I mis-remember a lot, too. When I re-read my high school journals last spring, I was painfully aware that I actually had some fun. It wasn't all horrible and friendless and devastating. Yes, part of it was, but that was most-likely due to my depressive nature and not the reality of the situation. It's hard to remember the girl I was, and how lonely and isolated and misunderstood she felt. I've said it before, but I wish I could hug her and tell her that it'll be okay.

So here I am. Not sure how to tackle what I have yet to write about. Not sure what I should write about more.

1 comment:

  1. I have a friend who writes people's life stories for them in a book, you should definitely do something like that someday...
    Even for me, thinking back to high school, all I often remember is how much I hated it. But I recently reconnected with some friends on fb who helped me remember the fun times I had too.

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