Welcome to Erica’s Editing Room - Editing My Life



In 2014, I started a blog as a way to express my thoughts and feelings. Now, a decade later, I feel it's time to restart and share my reflections with those who might be interested.

I'm not always the most eloquent, but I have a lot on my mind. This blog is my way of sharing what I believe could be helpful—whether it's to support others or just to help myself navigate life's challenges. Writing has been a therapeutic outlet for me, and right now, I’m at a point where I could really use that therapy.

I know that not everyone will agree with or understand my thoughts and opinions, but I believe my purpose in life is to help others. This blog is my way of sharing my perspective, with the hope that it might offer some support or insight to those who engage.

I'm not entirely sure what direction this blog will take, but for now, I plan to use it to share life stories, lessons I've learned, and the mental health challenges I've faced. One thing I've discovered is how comforting it can be to realize we're not alone—and sometimes, hearing other people's stories can be really helpful.

I welcome anyone who is willing to join me on this chaotic journey!


Erica


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