I’ve debated a long time about whether to show my face on here. I had thought to myself perhaps I want to be anonymous, that it would allow me more freedom… and it does, but it also attributes to me still hiding who I am.
I don’t want to hide anymore. I am me, Gems. I suffer with anxiety and depression. I have been single almost three years and struggled with the ups and downs, highs and lows of all that being alone encompasses.
For the most part, none of the lows or down times have been as bad as when you’re in the wrong relationship – the difference is. You’re alone. Being alone can be totally overwhelming sometimes. But it can be truly liberating too.
When I was first alone three years ago, that was the first time I have been alone in my life. I’d gone from home, to boarding school to home to university to living with my ex-husband and then to being alone.
32 years old. Never alone. Always been independent and strong-minded but never had that time when I had just been me. And I had to learn that. Who was I, not just as a thirty-something singleton, but as an individual? I had no idea and the last three years has been such a learning curve and I keep learning more and more about myself every day… as I find new adventures and things I love.
What else is there to know about me?
- I love cats – and own that crazy cat lady title with pride
- I love travelling – I want to explore as many places as I can both alone and with friends
- I love to read – and I want to read at least 20 books this year – I might even share a few with you
- I love to cook
- I am the worst overthinker
- I am me
So now you know my face, you know me and I hope that you will join me as my journey continues