They call my Sally Turtle. By “they” I mean me; “They call me” just sounds better than “I call myself”. It’s not my real name, but you might as well get used to it. This blog is pretty pointless to me if I don’t feel anonymous, at least for now.
I’m not sure where the turtle motif came from; I thought of it very late one night. It has something to do with how I’m a very protective person in my regular life, full of walls and secrets that I’m awfully good at hiding behind. But I wanted a place where I could say the things I wish people could hear – physical journals are good enough for the things I just want to say – but that I was terrified of saying because I don’t want the people I care about to look at me differently. It’s not healthy, but it is what it is. So I guess I just thought of a turtle, and how you never really see what they do when they go inside their safe places, and what it might be like if you could be invited in with one someday. I guess that’s where it comes from.
Anyway, I have things to say that I want you to hear. So I hope you keep reading.