“If I can’t be honest with who I am; then who am I?”
These are the words that have been floating around my thoughts this past weekend, and making me uncomfortable enough to do something about it. This past weekend I have realized I am very good at hiding from others, and even myself, my true feelings and emotions. This only causes major problems in my life, and if I can’t be honest with myself, I live a lie, and living a lie is no way to stay on top of and deal with my mental health .
What do I do when I cant figure something out, explain how I am feeling, or make sense of my emotions? I write. Writing has been my way of unscrambling the scrambled mess in my head, and so here I am, and here you are, as I begin my start to a much more real , raw , candid , honest, and lifelong journey in my life.
truthful and straightforward; frank.