My first and maybe only post.

Sometimes I look in the mirror and see everything, every imperfection, but also the parts I like. The bits of me I think I wouldn’t change. You know, the nice bits. Those days are good days. At the moment those days a few, and far between.

I’ve opened a box. One that was locked away neatly in the back of my mind.

This box held something, something which has the power to overwhelm, intensely disable my rational mind, and quite frankly it scares the hell out of me.

But, it’s now open. There is not going back, and the only thing I can think of to do is to release it.

Many things have crossed my mind, when I decided to start this blog. Would I be ok? How much detail should I put? What am I comfortable with? Am I letting myself recover by doing this? All the general musings of a over thinker, but here I am, I going for it.

There is no pressure, this is for me, and I need to remember that. This is my way of expressing my feelings. My journey, and my story.