It’s been awhile since I’ve reflected on my blog. Why do I write? Who do I write for? etc. etc. I think my reasons and audience have changed a great deal since I started my blog a year ago. Some people have very specific blogs. They have purpose behind why they write and what they write about. I’m not really one of those people. Not that I don’t have purpose. It’s just my purpose changes as my life changes.
A year ago, I was taking a technical communication course, and we had to learn about blog writing. That was how it all started. There was no great epiphany, or any specific topic I wanted to write about. I just wanted to write. I like writing as a way of expressing myself. I tried to put some purpose to the blog. To begin I wrote about being a single, career woman with no children. That filled up at least two blog posts. Admittedly, my start up was very weak. I’ve had periods over the past year of decent writing, and times of just crap. Sometimes, it’s just not there. Nothing interesting to talk about or too much anxiety to express myself.
Today, as I ponder my reasons, I have settled with this: I write now because it has become part of who I am. I am a blog writer. I may not be a great one, and to be perfectly honest, I don’t give a shit. I write about me. What daily life looks like from the mind of someone who suffers from extreme anxiety and at times depression. I share myself with the world, so I can feel part of it. Not only do I write, I read. I follow blogs of all types, but mostly I follow those of you who share what your world looks like. I see life through different eyes in different parts of the world. My fellow bloggers have become my support and I hope I have been that for them.
Hmmmm…. bit of an emotional post for today, but hey, it’s raining. Rainy days require rainy posts. Thanks to all my friends here on WordPress — you mean a lot.