The less than idyllic truth is this: sometimes our dreams are bullshit.
Your life looks like so much fun, the message began. I’ve been following you for a while and I’m so jealous! I wish my life was like yours.
What feels like 100 years ago, I wrote my very first blog post. It was so… liberating. Saying what I wanted to say, when I needed to say it – even when there was no one to listen. It was healing, therapeutic and it became one of the most important parts of my day. I didn’t… Continue reading The Red-Headed Stepchild