My one-year anniversary on Substack
Plus or minus a few days. I started off by talking about suicide. Naturally.
It has been a year since I started this Substack. I didn’t realize it at the time, but it kicked off one of the most chaotic and insecure years of my life. But it has also been the year in which I took the most risks, did things that scared me, and grew as a person. In those 365 days, I…
Decided to go freelance.
Got a part-time gig.
Moved to Massachusetts for three months.
Quit the part-time gig.
Met some of the most incredible women.
And a whole lot of things in between.
It’s interesting to look back on the first post I ever published on this site, and to think of the scared, sad 17-year-old girl back then who thought she had no future or reason to live. I never would have imagined my life to be what it is now, but the last year has shown me that I have plenty of reason to have faith and hope for the future.
Here’s the first thing I published here. Enjoy.
The Black Dog: How to Talk about Suicide
A Foreword… When I started this Substack, I did not imagine this would be the first piece I would publish. I had several ideas in the hopper like “The Slap™ as Performance Art” to talk about how Will Smith’s slapping of Chris Rock became a meta performance art piece wherein Smith was the artist,
Your writing is first rate. It's so easy to read someone who is simply sharing her life experience and not pushing an agenda in the process.