Two hours from midnight on the eve of my 32nd birthday; these are my thoughts.

So much has changed and yet so much seems to be the same. I remember writing a tumblr post on the eve of my 17th birthday being so excited to have found a site that felt like Narnia and at the same time it felt like home. The website was nearly perfect; what seemed like all my special interest were all in one place. Finally, I could share my thoughts and be part of a community during a time when I felt so very alone. That blog became my safe space; there I wasn’t being judged or talked about in the hushes of teenage whispers . On that blog, I got to freely express and find myself. I crawled from the depths of depression and wrote my way past my grief of losing my grandmother . I suffered my first heartbreak, weeping while typing I faced my perpetual fear of feeling like I would always be alone.

Here on the cusp of 32; I am pleased to say that while grief comes in waves that feeling of perpetual sadness was only temporary. I’m sitting here typing this post next to my soon to be husband and while perfection doesnt exist; im content in this peace that I have been blessed with. I’m not exactly sure about what the future holds; however, I’m excited to where this story goes. I never thought I would find myself ready to blog again. This little plot of land on the internet is my birthday gift to myself.