There is a difference between writing about myself and about writing about things I have been through.

I hate writing about myself.

I guess I could say I am a huge nerd who loves fitness and adventures, and I have a cat, but who really cares about those tidbits? Or maybe people do.

:: Cue anxiety::

I'm sweating...

 

​I have a Bachelors in General Psychology and a Masters in Psychology with Military Specialization, both currently collecting dust in my brain because honestly, the licensing process isn't feasible at this point and the salary while working the hours required for licensing would have me on a Ramen diet. I do, however volunteer with mental health-related causes and often share infographics with my two cents to my social media hoping to somehow make even the tiniest impact where I am able. And I have. I often receive questions and replies. Many feel alone with what they are going through, and with a not-so-accessible mental health system, this is what we are left with.

 

That said, I had been teetering on the idea of blogging [again] for some time with the purpose of using my own experiences and struggles to destigmatize mental illness and seeking help, while showing others that it is much more common and ugly than people let on.

 

​So after someone very special to me watered the seed of an idea I had buried, here I am - Starting a blog and stressing out about whether I can keep up with it.​