Tiny Piece of Me

When I first started this blog, I wasn’t sure what it would become or if I would even stick to it. It felt like I was opening a door to my own thoughts, but I wasn’t sure who, if anyone, would be standing on the other side. Yet, here we are, and this space has grown into something more than I imagined—my safe space.

Each post, every thought, random idea, and poem, has been a reflection of my experiences, my heart, and sometimes my fears. It’s strange how something as simple as writing things down can feel like opening a window. With every word I type, I release pieces of myself that I’ve been holding onto for years. Some parts are heavy and difficult to share, while others are light, it’s all so relieving to release.

This blog has given me the space to be unapologetically me. It’s where I can talk about my life with autism, my agoraphobia, my children, my husband, my past, and how I’m learning to unmask the parts of myself that have been hidden for so long. It’s also where I can be messy and unsure—where my tangled thoughts and emotions are allowed to just be, tangled.

And in that messiness, I’ve found a strange kind of comfort. This blog has become a space where I can process the parts of me that don’t always make sense, where I can reflect on my journey of self-discovery, and where I can say the things that feel too big or too personal to say out loud.

I’ve poured pieces of myself into these posts—my love for my children, my struggles with letting go, my memories, both joyful and painful. It’s all here, in some form or another.

Writing here feels like holding a mirror up to myself. Each post a new reflection, a new layer peeled back. And with every reflection, I understand a little more about who I am. It’s not always easy, but it’s honest, it's me. And in the end, this blog has become more than a collection of words—it’s become a tiny piece of me.