I’m a different person.
This is a different blog now.
We evolve and we grow and we figure things out along the way. When I started sharing parts of my life online five years ago, I was still grappling with who I was and learning to accept what I discovered.
At the time I was writing my memoir. When it was close to finished and I even had a publisher waiting for it, something in me held back. I began to question what I really wanted to create and what would make me proud. If that book had gone to print I would forever be “that bipolar girl” who wrote a memoir. Questions in radio interviews would have been about being sick, what I thought about being a mental health advocate, and how I hoped my book would help others. How it helped me heal. And I realised that although I find those things incredibly important, that isn’t me.