The other day I was searching through my archives to find a post I wanted to link to and while doing that I realized it had been almost a year since I started writing this blog. One year ago today to be exact.
I have often wondered, many times aloud on this blog, why I come here to share things that are so personal and why doing so has helped me so much. There are the obvious reason of finding support and comfort and I have most certainly found that, but when I am overwhelmed by my emotions, the fist thing I do is come to my computer and write and when I am doing so I am not looking for anything. I am writing what I think and what I feel, but not with an audience in mind and not with a purpose and yet, when I am done with a post, I feel comfort and calm. Before a single response is posted, I feel a peace. Sometimes, later, I feel pangs of regret, but regardless of what I feel after I post, the act of writing the rawness of what I feel, gives me an instant reconciliation that propels me forward into a better, place. The process of processing has kept me moving in a positive and empowering way.
There is something about writing…There is no judgement, at least not at the time of the writing. No facial expression of displeasure or shock, no need to hold back as to not upset someone. It is very self indulgent and selfish in a way. I get to express what I am feeling right at that moment and it’s freeing. To be cliche, it’s cathartic.
No man or woman is an island and no one thing is the answer. I am where I am today in my handing of a crisis(it was in my life, for me) because of a whole host of reasons to include this community of gunnies and bloggers, but writing has been as integral a part of that healing as anything else.
Thank you for giving me a safe place to do just that.