About Me

Sometimes, I sit alone under the stars and think of the galaxies inside my heart, and truly wonder if anyone will ever want to make sense of all that I am

I’m a 19 year old psychology student- in the process of healing from depression, eating disorder, attachment issues & trauma/complex ptsd. Learning to love myself someday, slowly but surely growing.

You could say I’m an old soul, an artist, wanderer, dreamer. I see the world through a sunlit filter, i feel everything. For as long as I can remember, I’ve been someone who’s much too sensitive (or so I’ve been told), someone thinks too much about anything and everything, an idealist- a classic INFP in every sense. I am always up for adventures, for a bit of magic, I believe in the magic of places and people and everyday moments. I love books, and art and people. I love listening to stories and getting to know people for who they are, and more than anything- I want to help people.

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I’ve always gotten lost in words. I write to make sense of the world around me, to unravel my emotions. I write as an outlet. I write to reflect and I write to run away. When I write, I’m free to dream and free to feel without fear of judgement. This is a blog not just about mental health recovery, but where I write about the things I love and the way I feel, where I write about growing and I write about falling. It’s a blog about my journey through life, about who I am, and trying to find myself. My writing is not beautiful, it’s often a patchwork of words and sentences and feelings, sometimes it’s just a ramble, an attempt to process the difficult things and bad days. It’s okay.

I’ve never been one to open up, for many reasons- I keep everything inside. It is a terrifying thing, the vulnerability that comes with baring your soul in words, to share something so intense and raw. But I’ve been learning to be unafraid of vulnerability, unafraid of the depths within me. I’m a work in progress, an ever-changing myriad of thoughts and feelings, a bit scarred and scared and pretty broken and it’s okay. It’s going to be be one hell of a ride, but I think it’s going to be a beautiful one.

Allow beauty to shatter you regularly. The loveliest people are the ones who have been burnt and broken and torn at the seams, yet still send their open hearts into the world to mend with love again, and again. You must allow yourself to feel your life while you’re in it. -Victoria Erickson

 

 

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