Anew

I'm finally at a point where I'm ready to share this with the world again. I was apprehensive at first because I wasn't sure where I was and I was trying to figure myself out again. Not that that will ever end, but I'm becoming a tad more comfortable in my skin once more. I'm becoming more comfortable with who I've become and who I am going to be. I've (or maybe God) have exorcised those that stopped being useful and began being detrimental to my well-being. Just like addicts have to cease all communication with those that encouraged (enabled?) their addiction(s), I've gotten rid of some, let others go without the hope that they will ever return. And if and when they read this, they'll mock me to themselves. But that's a chance I'm willing to take. See, this is my healthy release. Writing. I'm a writer. And those assholes who (asshole, really) laughed at it, will never really get it. He thinks it's a waste of time. But I'm okay with his opinion, because it really has no bearing on me and how it makes me feel. Writing, on the other hand, makes me feel so much better when I'm done. When I've written what was in my heart, when I've dug down deep inside me, however painful it may be and put it on paper (or screen, you get what I mean), I can actually sigh with relief that I put it out there, in the Universe. Not with the hopes of helping someone, though I understand it may, but really, it's all self-centered me. It's my blog, my diary, about me, my life, my struggles, triumphs, goals and dreams. Yes, Mr. Negativity, dreams. Dreams I will never stop having until I've made them a reality and I will have an amazing life, because I am meant to (to loosely quote a beauty guru I love)! Never let anyone bring you down people. They're just not worth it.