Foreword:
First and foremost. Let’s be clear. I am no one special OK? I’m not well known, not famous, have no semblance of celebrity nor fame. I have no amazing feats to brag of, no children rescued from a burning building to gloat about. No long list of academic achievements, nor a string of letters to add after my name. Heck, there are days I don’t even think the mirror in my bathroom recognises me anymore!
However. I do, like every single one of us living on this beautiful planet we call home, have a story to tell. And here, over the next however long it takes me. I will tell it. I have no idea why I feel the need to tell it now. At the age of almost 52 years of age. In fact, as I have just typed those last few words, I fear I am lying to you already dear reader. Not a good start is it?
OK, on brief reflection, I think the time is right to tell my story now, because I hope that it may resonate with someone. That it may help someone (here comes the first of many I’m sure, clichés) feel “less alone”. That some of my life experiences may be shared life experiences. Or may indeed help others not make the same mistakes I have made. One can hope!
Managing Expectations.
I hope to publish fairly regularly, however, to promise a set timeline of excerpts is foolish. That is not to say I will not try my best to write as much as I can regularly, however, from past experience and knowing myself as I do. I will only set myself up to fail!
I find sitting for any length of time difficult due to the pain I subsequently suffer in my neck and shoulders. Looking at screens for too long can trigger migraines. Not to mention the arthritis in my hands, But, with short term memory issues, and the other niggles FND throws at me, I will try my best.
And there could be some days where my companion depression and CPTSD want more of my attention, despite me not wanting to give it to them.
And, honestly. Writing my story will be (here comes another cliché) “triggering” evoke, awaken and stir quite deeply seated and hidden emotions.
I guess I, and you have been warned.
I do hope to publish weekly, depending on reader engagement. At this point in time, I’m still not convinced this is a good idea! You see, the seeds of self doubt have already been spilt. Accidentally dropped onto the fertile soil of “no one gives a shit about what you have to say”
I guess time will tell.