Today marks the first year I've spent creating, writing and actually (for once in my life) keeping up with Little Fickle. It's been such a huge learning curve, and what started as a place where I'd allow myself to be just a little bit fickle turned out to be just about as far away from fickle (or I hope so!) as it could get, at least a lot of the time. Blogging has helped me to grow and move forward with my depression and anxiety, it's allowed me to meet friends, and a girlfriend, and it's marked such a change in my life (is that cheesy? It feels cheesy).
Blogging has allowed me an anchor, and I've really grown up - not because of Little Fickle, but definitely documented on here. I've developed a voice that I never thought I'd ever find, and I've become a proud advocate of speaking out about mental health and self harm (all the while still posting pictures of me in pretty dresses, and swatching tons of eyeshadows). I've fallen in love with the idea that I've suddenly found a voice that people want to listen to, and along the way I've found a ton of voices that I too want to stop and listen to.
As I sit here writing this post next to a sleeping girlfriend I would never have met without blogging, and I marvel at the idea that when I started this blog I didn't see, nor did I particularly want, a future for myself - I have a lot to be thankful for. Most of all, I want to thank everyone that's been here from the start, everyone that we've picked up along the way, everyone reading my blog for the first time right now; I really do appreciate it.
Here's to my first blog birthday, and I'm allowing myself to be proud of this one. Here's to many more to come.