Why You Should Give a Crap

The greatest mistake of my life thus far was when I believed a boy who told me that nobody cared what I had to say. He told me a lot of things. He told me that nobody could ever truly love me, that I was crazy, and that he regretted wasting his time on me. 


Silly, stupid boy. 

But I did believe him. I was 17. He knew best. He always did. I trusted his opinion more than the beat of my own heart. He was my world and my world didn't want me around anymore. My thoughts were irrelevant and uninteresting. My dreams were unimportant or impossible. I lost faith in my own brain, hands, soul, and spirit because ONE person told me I wasn't worth their time. And all the while I loved him. 

Silly, naive me.


But eventually I learned better. And as Maya Angelou says, when you know better you do better. This is me trying to do better. Since a blog is cheaper than therapy, I have chosen to write candidly and honestly about the past five years of my life. I won't hold anything back. I will tell it all because my stories are not so different than anyone else's. My pain isn't so unique. We all hurt in some way or another, to some extent or another. 

So this is my story - filled with an interesting mix of starry nights, shady characters, hard liquor, belly laughs, mistakes, unlikely friendships, starry nights, a broken heart, a broken toe, and a good man who wrapped his arms around me on the edge of a dock and promised me forever. Hopefully you are able to use my perspective on friendship, love, pain, and ongoing self-discovery to inspire or simply reiterate your own thoughts. 

And so it begins.