My name is Cristina G.
G. comes from Gherghel, my parents' name.
I have been a blogger since 2012.
Before that, I had no idea what a blog was. I never heard of templates, HTML, widgets and so on.
My youngest brother, Sebastian, pushed me to do it.
I laughed. I was not a Netizen.
But I learned. I learned because I needed to write, open my soul and speak up my mind. Behind a monitor, I was free to say whatever I had on my mind. Nobody could have stopped me.
A new magnificent world opened in front of my eyes.
Utterly amazed I plunged body and soul into it.
20 hours a day in front of a monitor, writing and playing with languages I had no idea existed, seemed seconds.
My brother thought it was going to be my salvation. And he was right. Without blogging, only God knows where I'd be now. Most likely not in this world.
The place I was in back then, before I started blogging, it was a very dark one.
Darker than the night.
Colder than Antarctica.
Scarier than hell.
Baring my soul online had stopped the bleeding of my heart and the agony of my mind. It freed my core of unbearable sorrow.
I learned to smile and love myself again.
But it takes years, decades, the rest of your life, to cure from what unhuman creatures do to you in seconds.
Self-love and self-esteem are works in progress.
G. comes from Gherghel, my parents' name.
I have been a blogger since 2012.
Before that, I had no idea what a blog was. I never heard of templates, HTML, widgets and so on.
My youngest brother, Sebastian, pushed me to do it.
I laughed. I was not a Netizen.
But I learned. I learned because I needed to write, open my soul and speak up my mind. Behind a monitor, I was free to say whatever I had on my mind. Nobody could have stopped me.
A new magnificent world opened in front of my eyes.
Utterly amazed I plunged body and soul into it.
20 hours a day in front of a monitor, writing and playing with languages I had no idea existed, seemed seconds.
My brother thought it was going to be my salvation. And he was right. Without blogging, only God knows where I'd be now. Most likely not in this world.
The place I was in back then, before I started blogging, it was a very dark one.
Darker than the night.
Colder than Antarctica.
Scarier than hell.
Baring my soul online had stopped the bleeding of my heart and the agony of my mind. It freed my core of unbearable sorrow.
I learned to smile and love myself again.
But it takes years, decades, the rest of your life, to cure from what unhuman creatures do to you in seconds.
Self-love and self-esteem are works in progress.
Happiness comes from within.
The pain didn't start from people, it started from me. They only unleashed it. Pandora’s box.
I fell down with a bang. Rock bottom.
Covered in blood and in tears, I crawled for years until my brother pushed me to write my misery on a virtual page.
We never thought anyone would read so I didn't try to impress. I wrote what I felt, how I felt it.
Seven years since then... 30 blogs or more. I lost count. The days have 24 hours for me too. I cannot write on all of them.
But I would want to have many more... Because I have so much to say, on a myriad of subjects.
These are just a few of them:
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