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A new era of blog posts

It has been a long time since I wrote on this blog. Over 3 years. 

It was an outlet for sadness, grief, and anger directed at the world and into myself. I look back with fondness for that person that was struggling with so many areas and wanted to escape these. I feel mixed as to keeping these here or archiving them - I feel it's a disservice to those experiences to hide them away.

I sit here in a café in a new town, with new friends (and old friends back home), a new job and home, and the same partner - building my new world. I have spent years working on myself, my mental health and my perception of the work, creating a better and more compassionate self. I feel I have rewired my brain from the dysfunctional cognitions and behaviours I once portrayed. 

I see life in it's fullest form - the good, the bad, the hardships, and the forgiveness. I wouldn't be where I am without my journey and for that I am grateful - and I can hold space for wanting it to be different. 

This new era of blog posts are going to become a creative outlet for my present journey: the travels, the changes in adulthood, the reflections and struggles. I hope you will join me and see the human behind the words.

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