"I'm just going to write because I cannot help it"
- Charlotte Brontë -
Growing up, I kept many journals: locked journals, pretty journals, and plain ol’ composition notebooks. I didn't write anything noteworthy in these journals, but each one acted as a sort of confidant for me—something that I could entrust with my secrets, struggles, worries, and daily life events.
I've always found there to be incredible therapeutic value in writing and yet I seemed to write less and less as I became older. That’s not to say that I stopped entirely, but my writing consisted exclusively of papers for my college classes. Since I've graduated and started working full-time, my writing is now in the form of seemingly endless documentation and paperwork.
In an effort to return to the type of writing that I used to take pleasure in, I've decided to start this blog. I hope you’ll join me as I attempt to document my day-to-day life as a twenty-something-year-old social worker trying to make at least a small difference in the world while also attempting to navigate it for myself!
“The time has come,” the Walrus said,
“To talk of many things:
Of shoes—and ships—and sealing wax—
Of cabbages—and kings—
And why the sea is boiling hot—
And whether pigs have wings.”
- Lewis Carroll -
