I don't even know where to begin.
I dropped off the face of the planet years ago mentally as we people sometimes do when apathy takes us to despair. i had been wiggling around to find my happy place for fuck knows how long.
Went thru an eating disorder or few. found feminism... like really found it and it's fucking great. Experienced a lot of loss & some degree of guilt when i rose out of the ashes.
I have finally arrived... at 36 years, I've found inner peace and self love and I'm not even on my deathbed. it's beautiful.
I can't describe it because unless you have it, there's no real relating to the euphoric calm, but a lot of the static and fear that for so long drove me has subsided and I have a confidence I've just never experienced.
I owe a large part of it to all the people around me who've taken me from being an anti social penguin to actually craving being around people. An introvert to dare i say an extrovert? perhaps.
I've picked back up a brush and it feels so god damn phenomenal because unlike before where there was a tenseness wielding it there's just a relaxed enjoyment to it and what comes of it comes.
much love, peeps.