Welcome to my blog.
Those who know me best can tell you how long it’s taken me to actually start writing it. Better late than never, I suppose. It’s always a new day…until, of course, it isn’t.
I may come off as the procrastinating type, or perhaps someone who wallows in long-term avoidance states. That’s not it, I swear. If only life were that simple.
It’s just that, until now, I wasn’t fully ready to spill the tin can of beans that is my psyche out onto the infinite pages of the world wide web. I want to get it right. There are a myriad of ways in which I could completely botch the telling of my own story. The saying “easier said than done” takes on new and entirely more substantive meaning.
So then, how do I talk about abuse in a way that isn’t self-indulgent? How might I discuss trauma so that it’s somehow useful to someone else? Who gives a shit? Seriously, who cares? And how can I parlay lessons learned when shown — time and time and time again — that human beings can neither be trusted nor relied upon? How do I go about painting that picture in any sort of meaningful manner? And at the same time, how do I recognize the blatant fact that life itself is intrinsically beautiful — no matter how ugly it gets?
I think I’m ready to try. If you like a good story, you’ve come to the right place. Each and every one told here is true. I’ll roll them out over weeks and months to come. Dip in, dip out. Take from them what you will. Do so to either your own delight or peril.
This is the World According to Veronika Sprinkel. Thank you for reading my work.
Sprinkel has spoken.