Welcome to 'The Art of Blossoming in a Beautifully Broken World'
Meraki - (verb.) Greek. To pour yourself wholeheartedly into something with soul, creativity, or love; to leave a piece of yourself in your work.
Hmmm… how to start…
My name is Abby, I am 21, born and bred in Devon in the UK. I am a qualified makeup artist, beauty therapist, and harbour a whole other load of qualifications within that field, yet I am working as a Receptionist in a big ol’ Science building instead. Why, you may ask? Because I severely lack the confidence and drive that I had back in my teens, and began to feel although I was trying to force my mediocre beauty-based skills into a world that is oversaturated with incredibly creative people with phenomenal talent, why would they need me? So therefore I settled for the easier option: a cozy 9-5 desk job with decent pay and no real ladder to climb. Stupid, right?! But although I’ve pushed said skills onto the professional backburner, I still use them for my own pleasure. Make-up is my stress relief. I like that I can quite literally paint a mask on to hide what I really look like from the outside world. Make them think that I have my shit together when I really don’t. A coping mechanism, healthy or not? You decide.
And I know you’re probably thinking, why is she writing this? What does she really have to say to the world? And quite frankly, I don’t know. A friend has been telling me for months that I should start a blog. It’s partially because of my elaborate story telling skills, but mainly it is because my life is a complete shit show and a long, longggg series of very unfortunate events. When shit hits the fan, it really does hit the fan. And boy, do I have a lot of stories to tell!
I am a big believer in giving people a chance and a voice, and I guess that is what that is for me. I want this blog to be something that anyone can read, particularly struggling young adults, teens who feel drowned out by the world around them, or people down on their luck. I hope this’ll act as a beacon of hope, if you will... If you’re feeling disconnected, maybe you can read, relate, and realise that you truly never will be all alone. Maybe you’re hoping to see a glimmer of yourself in someone else’s life, to tell you that there is a way out of the rabbit hole you’ve fallen in to. Or if you’re having a bad day, hopefully you can read my misfortunes and find cheer in the fact that it happens to us all. I have an abundance of words, and plenty to tell, so why not try to use it for the greater good? If I can even just make a difference to one person, that is enough for me.
I’m going to use this platform to talk about anything and everything. From serious topics such as my ‘unconventional’ childhood, my diagnosis and journey with depression and anxiety, finding myself, and my experiences with love and loss, to lighter subjects such as funny mishaps, DIY and life hacks, music, films, and general chitter chatter. After all, those who know me will know that I can talk ‘til the cows come home!
Despite wanting to help others though, I also want to use this to document my journey for my own benefit. I want to be able to read back and see how far I have come, and how much I’ve dealt with. To look back and feel what I felt all over again: the happiness and the sadness, the strength and the compassion, the love and the heartbreak. It’ll be here for when I want to go from sad bitch to bad bitch. When I want to remind myself of my purpose and the goodness that I can put out into the world. Who knows, I may be the only one to ever read this… but lets not jinx it before it has even started.
After all, Marilyn Monroe did say “Sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.”
Any-who, if you made it to the end you’re a Saint for your perseverance. Hopefully I’ll keep the rambling to a minimum once I find my sea legs.. but I wouldn’t bet on it!
Thank you for reading. It’ll truly be such a pleasure to bring you on this crazy ride with me.
Until next time,