October 10th, 2016. Monday. 21:00pm. Feeling adventurous.
I’ve got to say, this is all pretty new to me. Yes, I’ve had the occasional YouTube channel, and my social media is nothing short of excessive, but even so. The idea to start a blog didn’t so much as flicker across my mind until I started my AS Media course. Now, with a half completed Horror Film project and so much anxiety bubbling over the edges of my brain, I thought: why not?
I realize that I should probably introduce myself. In short (a phrase which I only now, five minutes away from finishing this post, realize is also a horribly fitting description of my height), my name is Emily. Those who know me in person may see me as a quiet creative, an introverted soul with few friends outside the confides of my quaint little social group. Others describe me as “intellectual, thoughtful, gentle, and considerate, but also super fun”. Then, there are those who don’t know me outside of house parties. In all honesty, I don’t know how to describe myself as opposed to, for need of a better word, free. I don’t like to conform, and so I don’t. I live life how I feel everyone should be able to: astray from the paths laid by society. Between the lines, so to speak.
Of course, like everybody else, there are some constants in my life which are pretty difficult to ignore. I’ve had Alopecia Areata since I was six; I get PTSD flashbacks at least once a day – well, sometimes every other day in a good week; I get pretty severe bouts of anxiety, and don’t even get me started on my emotions. I am, to put it simply, a mess. Don’t get me wrong, there are an infinite number of positives to balance it all out, though honestly I don’t see anything as particularly negative. Everything serves merely as creative inspiration. That brings me nicely to why I’m here.
Starting from now, I’m not going to keep everything to myself. Instead, I’m going to share my thoughts and experiences right here, through my writing, and through videos on YouTube. Furthermore, I want to share my views on everything. Current affairs, the occasional rant, book and film analysis, and, of course, my work. Life with Alopecia, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder and anxiety is difficult, but it doesn’t have to be. I think it’s about time that somebody made that clear.