There’s not a lot that I am not willing to write about on my blog, whether it’s an interest of mine, or an opinion on a topic I am passionate about, but one area I have slacked a little on is myself, and although I may seem like a person who has their shizz together on social media, where I rave about my favourite books and music or pose in my bargain fashion pieces, that’s not always the case and I don’t believe it is for anyone.
I don’t exactly know where this post is going or where it will end but I do know that I want to share another side to me, a more open one perhaps, and a raw insight into the life of the young woman behind this blog. Here goes…
For those of you who don’t know me personally, my name is Denise, and I am just your ordinary twenty one year old from Ireland. I blog under Weesi’s World, maybe as some sort of alter ego in the beginning but partly because I am known to many as Weesi, my childhood nickname which I was Christened with, so to speak, by my dearest siblings.
I am the youngest of three, although our unit became two as my brother could no longer fight the battle with his life long illness of Muscular Dystrophy. I am a daughter, granddaughter, aunt and friend, and I take those roles pretty seriously as I believe they are some of the best you will ever have. I make silly jokes just to hear people laugh, and value life experiences and memories made over materialistic views. I like to think I have a good personality but I know I have a crappy one if I am down in the dumps.
I am a writer and have been since I was six years old when I dreamt of becoming an author, and tapping away on the family computer proudly writing and printing my own ‘book’. I am artistic, rugby mad and music obsessed. A nerd about radio broadcasting, working with cameras and a serious fan of stand up comedy. I just so happen to be kickass at Mario Kart too.
I’ve experienced both good health and bad. I have gone through depressive and anxious times, dealing with extreme chronic fatigue, and a whole host of health set backs all stemming from a pesky thyroid that decided to kick up and no longer do it’s job. It sucked, and still does at times.
I have lived, and will continue to live with grief, missing my hero of a brother each day.
I am determined, opinionated, and can be pretty damn strong when I want to be. I am only competitive with myself to be the best that I can possibly be.
In short, I’m a small town girl with big dreams and an appreciation of life and what it means.
This is Weesi and a look into her true world.