HOLY CRAP, HELLO! This is so new! This is so exciting! This...is already not how I expected my first post to begin. Let's roll with it. Let's just see what happens, because I hadn't thought this part out at all.
So, what brings me here? Good question! I want to share my experiences. Some of them are embarrassing, some of them are painful, and some of them are downright ridiculous.
I figured that this, my very first post, should be the most uncomfortable. I intend to lay everything out in the open, and let you decide if you want to join me on this journey with no destination. Along the way, I'll be sure to cover a multitude of subjects, and hopefully there will be a little bit for everyone. This post is also quite different from the rest, because the rest are stories!
My life could be seen as a bit of a series of misadventures, followed by intense introspection. So, if you like hearing about terrible dates, or maybe how a person managed to humiliate themselves by ending up in their underwear, on a stage, in front of most of their high school, then you might like laughing with me. In fact, I find if you enjoy those things, it's because you relate. If you've ever been awkward, anxious, or just plain quirky, I feel you.
For now, I'm just going to word-vomit a way too personal introduction, and do my very best to send any potential readers and friends running for the hills. So, what are these demons I intend to face by sharing them with my own tiny sliver of internet? What could I possibly present that would possibly turn you off to hearing about my Tinder date horror stories? Who am I, exactly?
I'm a survivor of abuse, fighter of chronic illness, advocate for mental health, an aspiring motivational speaker/writer/storyteller. Currently, I'm flailing about my house as an agoraphobic, walking contradiction. Definitely a stranger hugger. Proponent of individuality, self-empowerment, and poorly timed jokes. I was born with, by fortune or fate, an overabundance of emotions. I'm single, pushing thirty, and bad at dating. In my spare time, I ferociously battle pernicious anemia, endometriosis, ulcerative interstitial cystitis, agoraphobia, hypothyroidism, bouts of encephalopathy, and even trichotillomania, by way of a great diet, loving doctors, incredible friends, and a sense of humor. In person, I resemble a mouse, but with better teeth, and smaller ears. My life has been one strange circumstance after another. I am a magnet for interesting characters, and I am constantly ending up in awkward situations.
What I mean to say is I've got a lot going on, and most of it hurts.
You might be wondering how anything I've said could translate into any story that isn't incredibly depressing, and I don't blame you. That's totally fair, I just ask that you trust me. And please, be kind. I'm new here.
xoxo,
Lea
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