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Do I know what I’m doing? - About this blog

Do I know the right way to put all these blog posts over - nope
Do I just write it as I think it - yup
Do I know what I’m doing - nope

I started this blog as a way to get my thoughts out after my husband died. Writing as things happened and as I would say them. Probably with no structure and a messy approach. But to me at the time of each post it was normal.
Starting the fresh in a new year I don’t know whether to carry on with ‘my’ style or do a more formal approach to each blog. Some blogs may not have a lot of content, some might have loads you may even be lucky enough to get pictures. Lol
Honestly I don’t know if I’m doing it right. If anyone is actually reading them. But for me as someone who struggles within groups and occasionally one to one this is a way for me to find my voice in a world where anxiety, fear and insecurities are high for me.
I may do a product review or tell the fear of the moment or even when my mental health is being a right royal pain in the arse because that is real for me.
This blog is a way for me to be someone I wish I could be if mental health and lack of confidence wasn’t an issue.



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