48422134_10218140915420286_736136387849355264_n How am I supposed to write an ‘about me’ section if I don’t even know who I am?

As I write this, I’m curled up on my bed, underneath my weighted blanket designed to keep my anxiety away–I have a lot of anxiety lately, especially now that I’ve taken suicide off the table as an option for my life. It’s funny, when you’ve been suicidal for most of your life and all of a sudden are doing all you can to live, the future seems foreboding, the present seems to be too much to bear.

Which is why I always wrote about the past and what happened to me: being a rape victim, a teenager who miscarried, a suicide attempt survivor, and someone with PTSD became all I was.

This is a blog about what’s left once the anger is gone: pain, healing, and peace. This is a blog where I rewrite my definition. I don’t yet know what that definition is, but my therapist says it will come as I fill my life with things that make the moments better. Because that’s all that life is: a series of moments strung together, some good, some bad. It’s what you do with them that counts.

And I’m trying to make the most of them. Join me on this journey of self-discovery and the search for peace in a crazy world. Maybe you’ll learn about yourself along the way.