Depression really does a number on your motivation doesn’t it. My career’s goals and aspirations have been steadily declining. I’m not sure who I am anymore. I mean I’m not sure I ever knew the answer to that, but I always knew what I was good at. I’ve been slowly working my way up and I’ve been pretty successful at it. I started my own business and was making very good money, but my freedom was compromised in all of that. I feel like any little set back that causes me stress sends me into this spiral of depression and anxiety that I can’t get out of.

I’ve decided (I think), that I’m changing careers. I don’t know if that’s the right decision or not, but I know I’m not happy anymore. My hearts not in it. If you all knew me personally though, you’d know I get these crazy Ideas all the time. I change my goals and when I achieve some level of success, I change my path. Is it that I’m scared? Or do I genuinely stop loving something? I can’t sit in one place for a long time and that applies to everything in life. I don’t know what part of my childhood trauma did this to me, but I always think there’s more out there.

I noticed that this blog started gaining traction and so the site decided to place ads. And since I didn’t own the site, I had no control over that. Long story short I paid for the site. Not sure how I will be reaching readers now, but I hope those of you who’ve been following me are still here. I’ve decided to try and make blogging a side hustle of sorts. I have a “professional” blog where I offer legit information. But this blog has meant everything and more to me. I’ve enjoyed the anonymity and the platform to speak about my childhood without fear. I’m not done telling my story and I hope that it resonates with some of you. If it doesn’t, I hope it serves as an opportunity to be grateful for what you have and perhaps be nicer to others. Everyone has a story. You just never know the horrible things people have endured to be who they are today.