Hi everyone! If you are reading this, I'm assuming you are a reader of at least some of my blogs. I'm also assuming that means you are going through something super difficult right now, and for that, I am SO sorry. However, I'm happy you're here. I'm happy that if even just for a second, my writing helps you feel a bit less alone.
Rewind quite a few years ago I was living a very normal teenage life. I was starting college at the local state school, was having a ton of fun, had amazing friends and what I like to think of as the most wonderful family. I'm an only child but my parents had always been my rocks, my best friends and really the two greatest people I have ever known.
Well one Spring day, my entire life was flipped upside down and before I could even figure out what was happening, everything was about to change. My mom got rushed to the hospital after becoming numb on an entire side of her body. Hours later, she was in emergency brain surgery for brain tumors that they had found. Days later, she was given a death sentence of stage 4 melanoma.
In just 7 months later, I was kissing MY MOM, THE PERSON WHO WAS SUPPOSED TO ALWAYS BE THERE on the cheek and saying goodbye. Literally starting a new life at 19 years old without the person that I needed the absolute most.
The next few years were a blur. A lot of grief mixed with bad decisions and finding myself along the way. I look back and I don't know how I survived those first moments. Hell, I don't know how I've made it from there to where I'm at now.
So fast forward another few years. I just got my heart badly broken. I'm getting out of an extremely toxic relationship with a person who I was madly in love with and literally did not believe I would ever have to live without. So here I am, grieving my mom all over again along with the loss of this person who was never supposed to leave me.
In those darkest moments, I started writing. I started writing and I didn't stop. I like to say writing actually saved my life. It brought me out of one of my lowest of points and helped me find myself again. It helped me find a purpose.
So here we are, at this blog. This community that I have created filled with others who are suffering through similar hardships. Of all of my accomplishments, this one has to be my favorite.
This brings me to where I am now. A 24 year old oncology social worker (potentially a dream job) who is trying to balance the world of being an adult with a mix of still being A 24 YEAR OLD, and trying my best to continue on with my passion of using my writing to help as many people as possible through their hardships.
So if you're still reading this, I'll just say thank you. Thank you for taking this ride with me. Thank you for letting me be vulnerable and share my story with all of you. Thank you for trusting me with your stories as well. This could never be without all of you.