I'm going to write again.
There was a time when writing was therapeutic for me, and I would like to continue it again after several years of a hiatus. Sometimes I write on social media and it's usually quickly followed by some sort of crash out after feeling embarrassed for getting vulnerable. Somehow this feels safer??? **Also, I should note that I deleted my Instagram again for like the fifth time. ** No babe, it's not mania: its lack of self esteem! SO on brand for me! .... but alas, the show must go on. One thing on my mind, as I dissociated the whole drive home from my new job today, is simply this: I applied to one college my senior year of high school. While most girls my age were joining sororities, choosing careers, or shopping for outfits to wear to the football homecoming game at their university, I was taking a marriage prep class and turning in by midnight for curfew. I got married a month after my 22nd birthday, I had two kids before I turned 26. There was a time where I started lookin...
