Hi, everyone. It’s been a long time. A very long time.
I have almost always had a diary. At first it was a paper one, then an online diary. I have trouble writing down my thoughts if I don’t, at least in theory, have an audience I’m talking to. Otherwise, it just feels like I’m shouting into the abyss.
My history is complicated. This diary is not about delving into the past, so I will be brief. I have traveled alot. I have lived in many more places, in different sub-cultures, than most people my age. Everyone has a different opinion on things in the U.S.; there is no “majority opinion”, despite what people will tell you. And, I was always the outsider. So, I kept my ideas to myself and learned to say what I meant while making it sound like I was saying what people wanted to hear.
Here, I will endeavor to be as open and honest as I can. Ask me anything, on any entry… I don’t always promise to answer, but my answers will always be true.
This diary will, at times, deal with depression, mental illness, and my (civilian) ptsd regarding both trauma from my childhood and about my young child. I will absolutely post trigger warnings at the top of entries. Please, please, skip any entry you that will lead you to worse mental/physical health.
That said, I hope to make friends here.