“If my doctor told me I only had six minutes to live, I wouldn’t brood. I’d type a little faster.”
Hello my dear readers!
Thank you for stopping back by my quirky corner, and if you’re new here, Welcome! I’m so happy to have you guys here reading my content. I cannot believe it is already Wednesday. Like seriously where has my week gone? Is the week moving quickly for you guys too? Hopefully it is a good week for you guys as well.
Today I thought we would get a bit more personal here on my page. I haven’t had a serious chat in a solid minute, and I also have never shared why I love to write/blog. So what better day to do that than right now! So grab a snack and a hot cup of tea with me, and let’s just chat.
From the moment I was old enough to pick up a pencil I was writing. I’m not sure what attracted me to writing first, but my family always joked that it was in my blood. Literally even before I could make a coherent sentence I would spend hours just writing my letters. Something about a pen to paper just gave me a great sense of satisfaction. As I grew older you would always find me with a notebook close by me. And from a very young age I began keeping journals. So many journals in fact that my book shelves are an even toss up of books and past journals. It is quite simply something I have loved down to the core of my soul for my entire life.
So I guess my story starts there, with a love of writing that I honestly don’t know where it came from. Perhaps in a past life I was a writer and that carried into this one. I wasn’t just into writing in my journals, I equally loved writing stories, and especially poetry. My soul was never satisfied if part of my day wasn’t spent writing.
Then it became so much more than a passion. It honestly become a necessity, a crutch that without it I don’t know where I would be. See I grew up with a tough child hood. As much as I wish I could say my child hood was rainbows and butterflies it was in all actuality filled with dark moments and tears. For starters I struggled a lot as a kid. I was over weight and socially awkward. Meaning I was every bullies favorite target. I never had many friends I just had bullies. It’s tough being the shy kid that gets made fun of a lot. Add to that that I have always been extremely anxious, and my home life being less than perfect and you have quite the disaster.
Writing became my solace. When life was overwhelming writing was my calm. When I had no one to talk to I had a journal to fill. In my worst moments and my best moments I always had writing. When my world was falling apart my tear soaked pages got me through the day. For the longest time writing was the only thing that helped me. I wrote my frustrations, I wrote my worries, my good byes, and my just keep goings. I documented my life page by page because I didn’t know how else to deal with life.
Most of my teen years I spent not just anxious, but terribly depressed and suicidal. I didn’t know how to talk to anyone about it. My way of coping has always been bottle everything up until it’s too much. It didn’t help that at the time the few people I did talk about it to called me messed up and weird. So I shut down completely. Looking back it wasn’t their fault, we were kids they didn’t know what to do. However, at the time it broke me more. I always felt alone in the world. So I stuck head phones in, wrote in my journal, and ignored the world.
Writing honestly saved me. If I hadn’t wrote about what I was going through I don’t know that I would be here to write this today. I would have give up on life, but writing was a form of therapy. Even though I wasn’t talking to a person I was still in a sense getting things off my mind. My journals hold my darkest moments. The moments where I almost didn’t make it. The important thing is I did make it. And I CANNOT stress this enough, if you ever feel that way talk about it, write about it, do something. Do anything other than give up. If you need someone my DM’s are always open even if we have never met.
I learned over time to use my writing to help me. When I began to spiral I would grab my journal and start writing. As I got older I also started talking about it more, and got more help. However, the one constant has always been writing. Even now I use writing to calm myself or to get through the bad days. Though I am in a much better place now I still have my days that I struggle. Depression is a constant battle, and writing is my weapon.
That is why I started a blog. I love to write and I wanted to share other passions of mine such as makeup and books with the world. Therefore, the obvious way to do that was with a blog. If you have been with me for a long time then first thank you and second you would know my page was originally called Distressed Beauty. That name came from the fact that I was a distressed person who happened to love makeup. Doing my makeup always calms my anxiety, and I wanted to share it. So my blog was born. Over time I felt the name no longer fit, and it locked me into one type of content. So obviously as you know now I updated the name. However, I still blog because it helps me, and I want to not only connect with others but help them too.
As you can see in the picture above my preferred place to write is at the lake. I grew up going out on the water a lot so it to is a place of solace for me. Any chance I get I will go to my favorite lake sit on the dock, and write my little heart out. Nothing makes me feel better. Whether I’m writing in a journal or typing a blog it brings me so much happiness. Getting my words out of my head is so important to me. So that is why this blog exists. It exists as a way to keep me going, a way for me to connect, and hopefully a way for me to inspire others to just keep going.
It is important to find your niche in life, and writing is most certainly mine.
Let’s get a convo going in the comments! What have you struggled with in life, and what helped you to get through it? If anyone is up to sharing their story I would love to hear it. Let’s inspire and strengthen fellow readers by sharing that no one is ever alone.
I CANNOT thank you guys enough for reading my blog. Every like, comment, and share fills me with joy. I honestly can’t explain how much it means to me that I have people who want to spend time on my quirky little page. Thank you a million times over for being here.