About this Blog

Ali Undone is generally about silenced thoughts and other things that I failed to say.Mostly thoughts that I was too scared to admit, or too proud to share. Issues that I have yet been able to resolve, and things that worry me so.

I have kept blogs over the years but very few have gone public. There was simply so much that I tried to hide when I was younger, and at a certain point, it felt like I might burst at the seams.It will also hold all of my life-changing stories, which will always be significant only to me, and will probably only be understood by me.

Sometimes there will be sad stories about how people can make me feel bad, especially those who are closest to me. Frustration and complaints are abundant in my life, and this blog will also be my outlet for all that.This blog will also pave the way for secrets revealed. I feel that too many secrets get heavy over time. Apart from that, I am attempting not to keep my life such a secret anymore.When I was young I wanted to be a writer. I wanted so badly to bring to life everything that people could not say. Who knew that this insignificant life with a hundred insignificant stories would gain attention? I had no idea people would actually read my stuff and email me about them.

But this blog is for myself. It is a selfish endeavor. And while it makes me happy to touch other people’s lives with this, I will continue to write for myself, my sanity and my poor brain that never stops talking.

Contrary to what my husband thinks, this isn’t about him. It just so happens that he is a big part of my life and as such is the lucky Mister who convinced me to risk it all.

To the people in my life who read this blog: Just because you read about these things I don’t talk about doesn’t mean that you know how my brain works. Like everyone else who walks this planet, I have selective memory and my own interpretation of events. Everything I write about will always be the truth, but that does not mean that it is the only version of the story. These are fleeting emotions. What I write about one day may not be the way I still feel the next day. Quoting me on this will only drive you mad because I tend to forget the things I write about.

Forgetting is also one of the reasons I started writing. There were times when I came across old journals I kept as a kid and was completely surprised by my entries. After reading I remember things that happened like they were yesterday. Sometimes, I get all emotional too. And it helps to remember, because it gives me a better understanding of who I am now. How I have changed and why I changed so.