Right now, I’m avoiding cleaning the house, which I’m supposed to be doing since I’m moving out of my uni accommodation for the year. Hence the blog post.
I will say, I’m in the process of organising things properly. Pulling things together to move this from a space I vent when things are rough, to a place that I genuinely hope will help people. I don’t know. I’m a 20 year old with lots of things she wants to do and lots of excuses as to why they haven’t been done yet.
As with the mental health stuff, I’m trying to do better. I’ve got plans for some more resource-y blog posts, with stats n stuff and actual… information??? Instead of… personal anecdotes?? Weird, right?
This was something to do, something because I enjoyed writing and wanted to write for other people and all the rest of it. It was a place to vent, to explain what I was feeling because I was so terrible at putting it into words. I’m still terrible at putting it into words, but I don’t think that’s the point here, anymore.
I’m still gonna do my little thing, making posts that some people read, some people ignore and some people scoff at, and I’m okay with that. Just more… planned.