I guess at this point I'm typing to myself and this is just a diary of sorts, but it is what it is. It's been well over two years since the last time I wrote anything resembling a post, and I've forgotten how this whole thing works. The formatting is one thing, and the run-on sentences is another. I'm not too worried about it though. Perhaps one day this will turn into a memoir or an autobiography (I'm not getting my hopes set on that one though).
I don't even know where to begin typing. So many things have happened in the last two years that I don't think I'm the same person. It's funny to me because I used to always be such a strong advocate for the "people don't really change" mindset. I think I can say I was wrong. People change, but not for the right reasons. Trauma is one, being working said change as a means-to-an-end is a selfish and manipulative reason that I'm sure can only last for so long. Good reasons too as it turns out, they just aren't always celebrated or talked about. Personal growth is a good reason, significantly better than the aforementioned ones. Healing is another celebratory reason.
That wasn't what I came on here to talk about, and had it been I'd like to think I would have had more to expound upon than what I did, but it's just a little blurb that helps me live up to the name of the blog. I'm not going to beat myself up over it anyway.
With that being said, good night and sweet dreams!
