Two years ago, I was struggling to stay in school (for, like, the third time.) I had a 5-month-old baby, and a partner working 12+ hours away for months at a time. I was depressed, lacking a proper diagnosis, and unmedicated. I was oblivious to the fact that I was counting down the last of my days with my Mamaw, my favorite person in the entire world.
Death rocked my world. I found myself wandering aimlessly through stores, not wanting to go home and sit in the heaviness all alone. So I started selling stuff to give myself a pastime at home. It became an every day hobby, which turned into income.
I found the reseller community and completely immersed myself. In a realm of thousands of people, I knew nobody. I felt free; uninhibited. And you guys liked it.
There’s only 13k of you out there right now, and only about 100 of you over @arawanacollective but I can’t express to you how deeply appreciative I am. I mean it- this platform has helped me rediscover my voice. I’ve evolved into the woman I’ve always dreamt of being— shakily, fearfully, and even a little gracefully at times.
I’ve no idea how far of a reach @arawanacollective will have, but it’s the most precious concept to me. I’ve never felt so raw, carefree, and worthy before. Thank you, thank you, thank you for giving me the confidence to give way to this dream. I’m so fucking happy, proud, and sure of it.