For a couple of years now, I’ve been wanting to start a journal, a diary, a blog. Anything. But I “never got around to it.” Truth is, I’ve always felt embarrassed. I’ve never been a “good writer.” I saw my thoughts and experiences as irrelevant. But I understand now.
I matter too.
Nobody may care about what I have to say, or what I’ve experienced. But I feel as if this is the therapy I’ve been needing for awhile now.
I need to find myself.
I don’t know who I am, or who I want to be. I don’t see myself as someone with any talents. I don’t have hobbies. I don’t play sports. I don’t have any best friends; I barely have friends period.
But I don’t want to be stuck describing myself as the person who “doesn’t.” I want to have something. I want to be something.
I feel like I’ll be able to accept myself if I can finally understand myself. That’s what I want from this blog.
I want to become me.