Welcome to my new blog! Whether you are my friend, family member, teacher/professor, acquaintance, stranger or even my enemy, I warmly invite you to walk alongside me on my journey… well at least read about it/engage with me about it!
Without getting into much detail, the past year has transformed me in ways I had never imagined… all in beautiful and ugly ways. But one of the things that helped me keep my head above water was writing. Writing has always been a deep passion of mine, as it was my outlet for self-expression and creativity ever since I was a young girl. However, I diverted from it my first 2.5 years of college, and took a completely different road and majored in economics.
However, I took my first official creativity writing class second semester of my junior year, and that has completely reshaped my life. Timing is everything. I could not have picked a more perfect time to take this creative writing class. It was everything I needed to heal from the monotony and devaluation of life I was experiencing for a long time. During the semester before this class, I was officially diagnosed with chronic depression and anxiety (although I was dealing with the symptoms for quite awhile now. I finally built up the courage to start facing it, and sought for help back in November). Each week, the authors I read spoke to me on a level of deepness and peacefulness that I was not expecting. Each author made me re-evaluate the state of mind and the sequence of events that happened to me during the week the reading was assigned. I truly enjoyed writing every piece, as the time I took writing them was usually the only time of the week when I could pause the chaos of life and do something for myself, for my sanity. Also, I often used these writing pieces as starting points at my therapy sessions, which allowed me to understand the piece, understand myself on an even deeper level. I loved that class/professor so much that I’m taking another class with the same professor this semester!
The title of this website, Best Imperfections, seems a bit paradoxical to a person like me. Without a doubt, I am a “type A” perfectionist. I get very frustrated when thing don’t go as planned, or if things that I haven’t account for, occur. But in harsh reality, life is messy and shitty, and you can never be prepared for what’s going to happen next. Life is completely imperfect, but I always try to make the “best” out of those “imperfections.”
Instead of using Facebook as my public diary, I’m going to use this new website. While I want my voice to be heard, this website is going to be more for myself and my road to recovery than it is for publicity/bragging. But it’d be super cool if you come along on my journey and see me as just as messed up/confused as everyone else, rather than the “inspiration” that society often view people like me.
So here goes nothing!