So, my last post was at the end of 2019, and I wish I could blame my not posting on 2020 being a crapshoot, which it most certainly has been, however, that's not the case.
Writing is vulnerable to me, and I mean any type of writing. I consider myself more of a storyteller than a writer, I don't pay attention to conventional writing rules. I just type what I want and post when it feels good....usually without proofreading. Because of this, I have received negative feedback on my writing for many years, and this caused me to get into my own head at the start of 2020.
So I just stopped.
The funny thing is, I love to write and I did one of the things I tell my clients, both therapeutic and otherwise, not to do. Don't let how you assume people feel to dictate what you do. Do I want to become a better writer? Of course! So, I picked up a book, obviously, and decided to dive back in!
What's the purpose of this post?
To own my insecurities and keep myself accountable.
I hope that you enjoy the content that I have planned. A mixture of mental health, sex education, marketing, and all-around queerness.