Although 25 whole human years have escaped since I gracefully slid (forcefully stretched) into this world kicking and screaming, it is only today that I am truly born. Not birthed into life, but instead into purpose.
Having spent 25 years growing toward, inhabiting and subsequently unravelling the complex weave of post-pubescence, I finally find myself with a perspective that allows me to express what I used to struggle to find words to express.
As another unique entity inhabiting this planet we call home, much like your beautiful self, I can only strive properly elucidate upon my experience. From my survival through chronic depression, suicide attempts and my conquering of General Anxiety Disorder, through to my time singing songs I wrote in my bedroom at the age of 15 to crowds exceeding 1400 people by the age of 20 (with £0 to fund this process), I aim only to be truthful and clear about all that I am (and indeed all that I am not).
I hope to publish my first full length novel (an exploration of the soul) within the next year, extracts of which I will post on here along with other assorted cerebral ramblings, travel experiences and mismatched marvels from the depths my imagination.
I am Eli Woodbine and It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.