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It's Never Going to Be Perfect // Welcome Back to Young & Sick


The thing about me is that a.) I'm a perfectionist and b.) I have anxiety. Those two things fight constantly to make life an ever-living struggle. One side-effect is that this blog has languished by the wayside for far too long. (Of course, there's also the fact that I am often way too sick to update it, but I digress.) I often worry about posts because they aren't perfect enough. They aren't good enough. They aren't done.

Enough of that.

This blog is never going to be perfect. My life is a constant mess. That is the very nature of living with this disease. The best service I can give to you, my readers and my friends, is to admit that and accept it, then try to move forward.

So... one year after my first post, welcome back to this blog. I'm glad you're here. Let's embrace our messy, imperfect lives together.

With love,
Sky

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