A Shiny New Purpose

It's been two years since I regularishly updated this blog. Two whole years. Two years to finally decide what I'm going to do with this blog. You may not have noticed, but I haven't really had any direction here; no clue what I'm supposed to do.

But now I have a plan, a direction, a purpose. I'm so excited about said purpose that I don't really feel like regaling you with what has been happening with me for the last two years. Just know that Stuff Happened and I came out the other end still alive. The dark details I'll give you are: my grandfather passed away in 2016, and my father died earlier this year. And the bright spots: my great-nephew was born in 2015, and my great-niece was born back in January of this year.

Mental health has been a recurring theme in my life. Depression, anxiety, and suicidal tendencies run deep in my family. I have spent the majority of my life trying to make sense of it all because I've been depressed since I was twelve. Anxiety made itself known as I grew older, as did suicidal thoughts.

I want this blog to be a living chronicle of my battle for positive mental health. So that no matter how my life plays out in the long run, people will know I was fighter determined to live.

And if this blog makes you feel better or a little less alone in the world, then so much the better. Because, no matter what anyone says, we ARE all in this mess together.

I'm going to throw the gauntlet of this fight down by enjoying Rose City Comic-Con this weekend. What are you going to do?

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