#SorryNotSorry
Of late I’ve stopped putting myself on a schedule for blogging, normally when the feeling hits me I just go for it, that’s what this post is about. It’s about going for it; it’s about proving a point. This has really been on my mind for a while, I just didn’t realize how much it was bothering me until recently. I’m going to set this up through a story, my story that’s what this whole blogging thing is about anyways. When I was 19 my best friend died in a car accident. Emaleigh’s death was something unexpected, it was shocking, it was a dose of reality that none of us saw coming and something that I’ve had issues dealing with for a long time. Grief is not something that can be fixed overnight; it’s not something I can just turn on and off. It’s this emotion that rears its head unexpectedly, normally at the worst possible moments. The reason for its reappearance is hard to pinpoint, I’ve begun to deduce on my own that there really is no reason for any of it. You see something that rem