I still remember the first few Facebook posts I wrote in my darkest times. Posts of raw vulnerability; ones that shed light on the demons in my life. They were liberating, and I vividly remember the praise, the likes, the feedback, the encouragement – it all empowered me to share more. I had to be …
I’ve often identified as someone with a permanent pair of rose colored glasses. I would pride myself on the ability to see the best in people. I chose to see the world for what it could be, and refused to see it for what it actually was. I thought that deliberate naivety was a strength. …