No matter what language you speak, or culture you participate in, you have heard some version of the phrase: everything happens for a reason. This may be the case, but when your final reward is ten degrees distanced from today’s disappointment, it’s difficult to see this way.
A few weeks ago, I had the idea of creating a magazine. MESSY, an independent mag solely focused on spreading the truth. Much alike this blog, I had planned to discuss mental health, to write fun articles that were more a magazine style than anything else I had featured previously here; peeks into the different worlds that exist in the caverns of my mind.
Whereas I had felt that I had lost my voice writing for this blog, I had rediscovered it in the pages of that digital mag. Here’s the sitch: all of my work was inextricably erased, wiped, hours reduced to nothing.
I know, I should have backed up my writing. I should have taken a screenshot of each page, but I didn’t, and I have to live the consequences of that. It is impossible to prepare for every potential outcome. You’re always going to face a challenge for which you were not prepared. Losing that magazine was the first time I had ever given up on something so swiftly and with such a finality that hardly anything could persuade me to bring it back.
For now, I’ll continue to blog here. I have fixed a few kinks that were screwing up the layout and general aesthetic. Previously unable to determine the cause, I admit I was a bit rash in my decision to take a break from the blog. Nevertheless, this time away has been great. I have many more stories to share, so if you fancy hearing more about my pothole of a life, continue reading.
And if you’re new here, then welcome to MESSY. Thank you for joining me as I share the most intimate fragments of my mind.