Hello Again, World (or Just My Husband, 2 Friends and Nana Reading This)
So, here’s the thing: I used to run this little blog called TalkMentalToMe. It was my cozy corner on the internet, a place where I shared my thoughts on mental health for everyone (or 2 of you to read). But then… life hit back hard. My mom suddenly died, and everything sort of spiraled. I forgot to pay the subscriptionâbecause honestly, who remembers those things when youâre deep in the grief pit of hell âand one day I just said, âFuck it,â and let it go. I told myself I was done. Fast forward two years, and Iâm back … I think, we will see! Am I fully healed? Deffiinnniitteeellly not. But maybe writing is part of figuring that out. Even if just one or two people read thisâhi, babe, that means youâre one of themâit feels good to be here again.
My Mom was an amazing writer who wrote and published 2 books, and a third was on the way. I *wish* I had her skills, and I’d somehow, figure out a way to finish what she started in her 3rd. But … I don’t know where it is, and I don’t know the story. But … maybe writing is something I got from my mom, just in a different way, with a lot more swears (sorry dad!) Writing helps me brain-dump the chaos out of my head and maybe, just maybe, sprinkle in some humour or helpful insight into mental health and now, I get to add in grief … cool cool.
If youâre reading this, thanks for being here. I canât promise perfection, but I can promise to show up as myselfâmistakes, f-bombs, and all. Letâs see where this goes.
With love and just a little chaos,
