The other day, my friend told me I was really brave for putting up my raw and honest thoughts in one of my previous posts. I found it funny because I have no issue whatsoever with spilling my heart out on the internet, yet it’s difficult for me to open up in real life. So I guess this is my outlet. This is where I go through the painful process of ripping off the plaster and letting my wounds come to light. This is where I put pen to paper and let my words roam free. This is the messy, imperfect, unfiltered version of me – the side that people don’t often show on social media.
Expect oversharing. Expect dark, intense thoughts. Expect woo woo hippy dippy rants. Expect posts like this where I literally just ramble on about nothing. I believe everyone has their own story to share. Our identities are fundamentally made up of experiences, history and culture. I find it fascinating to learn about what people went through which caused them to become who they are today. I hope that through sharing fragments of my own story, I can show people that they are not alone in their struggles. I hope I can inspire you to find your own form of outlet that allows you to express your deepest darkest thoughts. Maybe this is my artistic side speaking, but I find darkness beautiful. When I was younger, I went through a phase of being obsessed with the dark side of childhood fairytales. I think the best pieces of work were driven by some form of pain. So let it out. Open up and let the light in. Perhaps you will create something beautiful out of it.