I am blogging just for myself.

Feel free to judge or analyse, I am doing that to myself too.

When I was 18 I had a minor bit of surgery, afterwards when I went home I insisted on cleaning the open wound and packing it with gauze myself, even though I have Nurse Mummy, and had other volunteers.

This blog is kind of like that, sometimes things have to hurt to get better. With each post my goal is to write until I feel an emotion from the memories I am drawing from.

I am a normal and well adjusted person, I think I just need to do this to ensure I make the time to let it all out, and reflect. I also need the brutal honesty that comes from trying not to sugarcoat myself.

If it makes you feel better you can pretend it is a work of fiction, at this stage it looks like the ending will be either Chekhovian or Shakespearean, at the same time I can’t rule out a happy ending.