5 years ago, I started this blog. I wanted a space to write and not be judged. I wanted a space to speak my thoughts and opinions in private, away from anyone who knew me.
I wanted it to be my space.
Now, 5 years later, so much has transpired. It appears that this space has become the exact opposite of what I’d intended it to be.
Two grueling relationships (and consequentially, equally-grueling break-ups), and one kid later, I am again searching for a safe place to air my thoughts and my words that so deeply need to breathe yet again.
Not writing is not an option. Not writing is like telling me I can’t perform one of the most basic functions that keeps me alive. Because it is me. It’s how I cope, it’s how I process.
But through reasons that the reasons are aware of, I will no longer be blogging at this location any longer.
It was a heart-breaking decision. I feel like my hand is being forced, and I feel like I am being forced to close this part of my life. Which is something I was not entirely prepared for.
But it’s time. Too much has happened since the inception of this place. So much history within its digital walls.
It’s time to turn the page. It’s time to start anew.
Time to start something not born out of sickness. It’s time to start from scratch.
I will miss you, Story of a Girl. I will miss what you once meant to me.
But I will not miss where I’ve been, and I don’t have to go there any more.
On to greener pastures, I guess!
So long. And thanks for all the fish…