I find myself sitting here in a great little coffee house in East London tapping away at my keyboard and writing the first entry in my latest attempt at keeping a regular blog.
I've done this in the past. A huge rush of enthusiasm and excitement for the idea of telling the world that I have something of value to say. I eagerly wrote posts about a variety of subjects that interested me to various levels. From whiskey to travel via men's fashion and food. But once the initial excitement passed, so did my commitment to writing and the blog eventually ended up discarded on the virtual floor.
So what's different this time?
This time I have a purpose, a reason for me to commit time and energy into putting this out there. This time it's about me. Not in a narcissistic form, but with the hope that by telling my story of my struggles with depression and finding myself within the world I can inspire and help others to find their way and discover that light that all too often seems impossibly remote.
I don't know if people will be interested in what I have to say, but that's not really the point. By committing my thoughts to digital ink, it's as much therapy for myself as well as well as the fulfilling the burning desire to help others so they don't have to suffer alone.
If you've read this far, thank you. Welcome to my journey.