So I was told that I need to inform the world that I am alive. Which I am. Barely. Things went from really really good to really really bad to really really good again (my life story) so quickly that I literally could not even break down how the pendulum swung so far. I’ve tried to tear myself away from the internets because (and a NYTIMES article supposedly backs this up) it is a bit addictive. And I can easily get caught up in the madness….*how many hits did I get today, blah blah blah…* Not to mention reading about other peoples lives in a way that sometimes feels- dirty or intrusive. I think my life goes in waves. My emotions too. One minute I feel like I’ve figured out who I am, the next I feel completely lost, like I’m drowing in a tsunami.   I feel guilty and inadequate because I haven’t found my way, I still feel so insecure….