Since I was able to talk, I managed to convince myself I had nothing to say. My feelings, my thoughts, my words- they were of no value. I am 26 years old, going on 27, and I am just starting to believe that is not true. I have a lot to say and I do add value to the larger conversation, whatever that may be.
Though it has taken a lot of convincing, over 10 years, I have decided to start a blog. I want to focus on the intersectionality of race, mental health, gender, and sexuality as it relates to myself and the general population. I want to share my experiences as a quiet, awkward weirdo in hopes more weirdos will feel a sense of solidarity and empowerment. Lastly, I want to continue to grow. Every day is a struggle for me to feel like the smart, confident, beautiful, wonderful individual people tell me I am, but I am a work in progress.
So with that being said, gentlepeople, welcome to my blog!
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Categories: Introvert Life