I Wish I Was Blog

I needed somewhere to speak. Read if you want to hear the thoughts of a depressed 23 yr old, doing their PhD in the UK at the same time as trauma-based counselling.

I Wish I Was Able to Start a Blog

All the time, my head is so full. There are so many words and feelings and sounds I can't get out. I have never wanted to write a blog before. Never wanted to talk to others. I keep to myself, even with my friends. I think they would describe me as avoidant. I guess they're right. I don't see what's wrong with that but I started counselling for it anyway. I wish I knew how to start a blog. How to just talk freely without watching myself from a 3rd perspective. How to get the words out onto the screen. Actually, it's getting easier as I go.

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About This Blog

I always feel this crushing feeling on my chest that I need to tell someone something. I don't even know why, my thoughts aren't that interesting or unique or even reflective. I can't tell my friends anything about me, yet I tell strangers everything. I don't know why I do it, but I tell people I'm sure I will never see again the most intimate things about me, things no one else knows. I guess this blog is a way to stop doing that.

If anyone reads any of this. Thank you. It makes me feel less alone. Not that I want to guilt-trip you and I don't want your pity or my own pity I just. want to say thank you. There's a form at the bottom. If you REALLY enjoy listening to me (or you're morbidly curious), please fill in the form with things you want me to talk about. Or any feedback you have. Anything works great for me. Thanks. 


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