I never said I was perfect. I never said I didn’t have any gray hairs or crooked – even missing – teeth. I never said I’d be sober, or drunk, forever. I never gave you a trigger warning, but I didn’t think I’d have to.
Never did I say I never told a white lie, just to get by. I did tell you I’m autistic, but I didn’t add that even some of us aren’t perfect pity stories to be told. I never said I showered every day. I never even added that I only wash the important parts on the hardest days.
Did I tell you I’m wealthy? Did you think that meant I had a lot of money? You were wrong. I never said I didn’t owe a thing to anyone.
I don’t remember ever promising to add photos to every blog post. I might have even said I planned on adding none. I never said I was a capitalist, or a socialist, or any ‘ist’ for that matter, even though I may be something like an artist. But I never claimed to move you with my art, or my words.
I didn’t say this was a positive blog, or that my recovery would be a straight path to a destination of which I’m even aware. I might have mentioned a hope or a dream, but I didn’t say that nothing ever changes.
I never asked you to call me a woman. I let you call me a woman, but certainly not a lady. I never said I was non-binary, at least not here, so I don’t know if I can blame you.
I can only make one promise: I’ll always be writing, somewhere. To be continued.