As a former highly sensitive child who was constantly told I was too emotional, I have now become an adult that hasn’t cried in at least a few years (I’m in therapy guys, don’t worry!). I used to dream of being a writer because I’ve always felt things very deeply and am, for better or for worse, extremely opinionated. Since I was a kid, I’ve always had a lot to say and usually choose to do so with dramatic delivery. Legend has it, I talked the entire 17 hour drive from Texas to San Diego when I was five. Add highly ambitious and competitive into the mix, and you have the recipe for someone who was always told they needed to “do something” with their life.
A lot has changed since then– through puberty, young adulthood, the occasional seasonal depression and anxiety, covid in my formative college years, and also the soul-sucking corporate experience beating at me. Somewhere along the way, I became numb and aimless. It’s even become a running joke amongst my friends how “emotionless” I am. Fortunately, I’m still as dramatic and talkative as ever, but “doing something” with my life came to mean working a good corporate job, which “being myself” didn’t really fit into.
At 24, I found myself unemployed, which—much to everyone’s surprise—I’ve proclaimed to be one of my biggest blessings. Although I adored my coworkers, I realized early on that the company I was working for was not somewhere I wanted to stay long-term. “Just one year” turned into an endless cycle of “it’s really not that bad,” until the fateful layoffs that happened almost two years into my employment. I absolutely abhorred, detested, loathed—insert all the negative words in the dictionary here—this company to the point that I’ve fantasized about going back in time to grab my freshly graduated self by the shoulders and scream, “DON’T ACCEPT THE OFFER!!!!”
As much as I hated that place, I stayed, sacrificing my mental health because I thought it would look good on a resume. The high-stakes, competitive, fast-paced environment that the corporate powers-that-be pushed with the agenda that the greater good of humanity was riding on our success almost becomes addicting after your first few mental breakdowns. Freed from the shackles of this cult-like employment, it’s been eye-opening to dissect why I ever thought that was normal. So, after being laid off from my first 9-to- 5 earlier this year, I found myself at a crossroads of landing another corporate hellscape to pay my bills, or doing some soul-searching to rediscover myself and build a life and identity not centered around my job.
As much as I would love to say I’ve cracked the code and found a career that I enjoy, the first step in my self-discovery and complete life overhaul is simply starting this blog and hoping that inspiration strikes along the way. Now, after that seemingly unnecessary intro, we’ve finally reached the part where I tell you why I decided to start this blog and why that long-winded rant was, in fact, necessary.
I’ve come to realize that my big dreams never died, but were instead replaced with the fear of failing in adulthood. Also, as much as it pains me to break the impassive persona I’ve so carefully built, I want to reconnect with my emotions in a positive way. As much as I fear failure and do care about how I’m perceived, this blog is my way of taking back my power and being genuinely myself—not just on my close friends’ Instagram stories.
So, what are my goals for this blog?
First, it’s all about self-rediscovery. I’m on a journey to figure out who I am beyond the expectations of corporate life or society’s definitions. This is my way of reconnecting with the passions and dreams I had as a kid, before life got complicated.
It’s also a space for creative expression. I’ve always loved storytelling, being dramatic, and having an opinion (or ten), so this blog is where I can let that side of me thrive. No filters, no restrictions—just my thoughts out in the open.
Emotional connection is another big piece of this puzzle. I might joke about being “emotionless,” but in reality, I want to get back in touch with those deeper feelings I’ve pushed aside. Writing has always been a way for me to do that, and this blog is my outlet.
I’m also here to overcome my fear of failure. Like most adults, I’ve learned to fear falling short, but I’m challenging that fear head-on by diving into something that excites me, even if it comes with uncertainty. This blog is a step toward trusting myself again.
And yes, I’m also working on becoming comfortable with others’ opinions. I’ve let the fear of judgment keep me from showing up fully for a long time. This is my way of owning my voice, regardless of how it’s perceived.
Most importantly, this blog is about authenticity. I want this space to be a true reflection of me—unfiltered, unapologetic, and fully myself. It’s time to stop holding back or worrying about whether I’ll be accepted or understood.
Life of Schy is my way of reclaiming my voice, following my curiosity, and living life on my own terms. Whether I’m sharing my latest travels, new hobbies, or just reflecting on the ups and downs of this journey, I hope it inspires me—and maybe even you—to live a little more authentically. Here’s to embracing the unknown and discovering what happens when we stop holding back.