Yesterday evening, after I published my latest blog post, I received a notification from WordPress. This was no ordinary notification, either. It was a note congratulating me for publishing my one thousandth blog post. 1,000!
I started blogging in June 2012, and I had no idea what would come of this. In some ways, I still don’t. I just knew that I needed to find an outlet for the thoughts and feelings that were imprisoned in my heart and mind, and with the encouragement of some friends, I found my way here.
At first, I wrote to work through the anxiety and depression that overwhelmed me and nearly killed me. It was cathartic and healing, and it rescued me. Looking back at some of those early posts is difficult, because it reminds me in vivid detail of the intense emotional pain I felt at that time. It also reminds me how very, very far I have come, especially in the past few years. So, it’s bittersweet indeed.
Over the years, I have shared snippets of my extraordinarily ordinary life and the musings of my mind, and I remain shocked and grateful that some people actually read what I write. I write for myself, first and foremost, but it definitely touches me when another person relates to what I wrote. It makes me feel heard in a noisy world, where my voice has gotten lost from time to time. There definitely are people who wish I would fall silent or turn a deaf ear to what I have to say, and that’s okay, as I am not everyone’s cup of tea. I will continue to write any way.
The first time that I hit the publish button, I was scared and excited, and that has not changed, even after 1,000 times. Thank you for reading about my little dog and pony show and allowing me to be vulnerable and perfectly flawed. I cannot grasp that I actually have written that much, because I feel as if I am just getting started. Maybe, I am.
That’s another story. . .
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