Miss Autonomy: An Interview

It’s not an interview. I lied.

Miss Autonomy… sounds empowered, right? I have autonomy and I know who I am I want.

That’s a joke. Laugh.

Please?

Either way, at this point in my life, I recognize that life and self and all those wonderful things are journeys. Who I am and what I want will change some, but that’s ok. If I was taking a dumb social media quiz that tells me what my superhero name is, it would be Miss Autonomy. Doesn’t it sound freeing and powerful and confident? It sounds exactly like what I was missing not all that long ago (ahhhh it’s word play did you see that). I missed autonomy. After a number of bad things, which I won’t mention quite yet (and I’ll warn you before I do), I forgot who I was and what I was and where I was going and what I wanted.

Because all that was taken. My safety, my piece of mind, and the beautiful person that I have grown to love– those were taken.

I fought like hell to get them back. And I did. I survived.

But it doesn’t end there, does it?

So here I stand before you, a naked, anonymous voice on the internet, sharing my journey– the proverbially good, bad, and not-nice.

Come on along, won’t you?

Miss Autonomy xx

 

 

 

 

 

Please Allow Me to Introduce Myself

I’ve taken over the fictional blog, anomie incorporated to start a different project. The fact is, we are all broken in some way. And I am not here to tell you about pottery patched with gold or how to move on. I’m not here to give you inspiration or tell you about how I overcame adversity. I’m not here to play a grotesque and tragic version of “mine’s bigger” and I’m not here to wage debate or discussion.

If you’re looking for any of the above, move along, step aside, nothing to see here.

If you’re looking for a place to feel real and ok and not-alone, then by all means, stick around.

-Miss Autonomy xx