Thank you for being my window

It’s been a while since I wrote to you on here, I feel I start every blog post with that same sentence. I think because of my relentless optimism I tend to shy away from writing on here, I don’t want my health to become my life, or my story to be the only one I tell. It’s funny because I’m at such a crossroads in my life, so much is going on, so much is changing, and yet you, the human who reads this has always been constant. And I want to make sure you always will be. It’s hard when I post about shooting, meeting up with artist friends and the like, for no one sees the side to my body that is the reality after something like that. But at the same time, focusing on that part and always sharing it is emotionally exhausting and not something I want to always do. My life is full of so much good, and that’s all I want to talk about, but that’s not every part.Getting that balance between reality and positivity and vulnerability online is always so hard. Just know I’m learning, I’m trying and I’m sharing as much of myself as I’m ready to, while still trying to get a healthy idea of what is best for me and for others who stumble across my page. I want it to be a place of fierce vulnerability, and gentle truths spoken in ways other than words. I want to start sharing beyond my own story, to tell those stories of my sister souls. I want to hear your stories too, so know this will always be a safe space to do so. Thank you for being here, it means the world to me to have this connection and community. From a girl in her bedroom, thank you for being my window to the world.