5 bloggers and writers who inspire me

5 bloggers and writers who inspire me
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Authenticity is a word that thrown around a lot, so much so that I’m not even sure what it means anymore. Yet, if you ask what attracts me to certain bloggers and writers ‘authenticity’ is the first thing that comes to mind.

I’m drawn to bloggers whose words never feel forced, even if press samples are being featured. I’m drawn to writers whose love of writing leaps off the page or screen. I’m drawn to writers who aren’t afraid to write what hurts, even when it still hurts. I’m drawn to writers, who use writing to explore what they think, who aren’t afraid to change their minds and admit when they’re wrong. Is that authenticity? I can’t think of a better way to describe it.

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Notes on 33

Notes on 33

Questioning things is good, even when it means questioning yourself, especially when it involves questioning yourself.

Sexuality can be fluid. Yours changing doesn’t mean you were ever lying, to others or to yourself. You were you. You were the you of those moments. You are you.

Your queerness is not dependent on the gender of the person you are sleeping with. You are you.
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Notes from a coffee shop

Notes from a coffee shop

I’m in a funk, have been for a while. It’s annoying, but it’ll pass. Here’s the thing about living with a mental illness though, it makes being in a funk stressful. The second guessing, the over-thinking, the ever watchful eye checking to see if my mood has turned into something other than a run of the mill funk. When is a funk no longer a funk? At what point do I really get concerned that this is an episode of depression or the beginning of a hypomanic phase? I often lack motivation before I’m suddenly full of the stuff, in the worst possible way. It has taken work, but I’m pretty in tube with my mental health and this doesn’t feel like anything than a funk. Yet, the thought is still there. This is why having a mental illness is exhausting, even when you are well you’re on the lookout for signs that you might not be. This is just a funk, I know that, but I wish it would bugger off.

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