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.
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.