This blog is having a birthday! It's "one" today. My baby's growing up. *sniff* When I first started this I didn't know if I'd have much to say. Maybe now I have found I have too much to say. But over the year I've done some ponderin' as to why we read these things, and why we write them.
I started this with the hopes of passing on the good that had been given to me by a stranger, by pure accident; I hope in some ways I've managed that, and will continue to, but it has become more than that. It's a tool of connection to people you would never meet otherwise. It's a place you find out that we are all really very much the same deep down - no matter how different we seem. The blogs are mini-windows on the psyche, people reveal what they might not in other arenas and we learn and we laugh and we discover kindred spirits.
I'm a reader. I think most bloggers are. The connection between reading and writing is, naturally, a strong one. Finding a blog you identify with or that amuses or inspires you is like finding a terrific novel that you can't put down and ruin your eyes reading all night long into the dawn and when you finish you are sad to have to leave the world of that novel and you are left to wonder how the character's lives turn out after the story ends. Blogs are like being with those beloved characters on a daily basis. You are doled out portions of their unfolding lives and can never guess the twists and turns the plot will take. It's an addictive, neverending story. Unless the blogger you like gets bored and wraps the whole shebang up or simply disappears.
It's also a sort of voyeurism. You are peeking into people's personal day-to-day in a way you could never do unless you were a REALLY good stalker because you not only hear what they are up to, but how they feel about it and what it means to them. It's upsetting when someone posts bad news, it's exhilarating when they share the good. Bloggers are the characters in the novel that is the internet. It's a reader's paradise.
At least that's my take on the whole thing.
After a year of this I hope my posts are more entertaining than those first few straggling months when I tried to work out the rhythm of the thing. I hope I may have shown someone that they are not alone, that it is possible to come out of the pit of depression and walk blissfully away from thoughts of suicide to embrace the goofy, beautiful and yes, sometimes horrible that makes life so worth living. And I hope I show here that despite mental illness (which is JUST like any other illness and should NOT be stigmatized!) you can heal, and you can experience wonder every single day. You never know what's just around the corner. It may be scary, but it can also be blindingly beautiful. Only by living can we find how wonderful the world can be.
Thank you for reading along with my nonsense. I hope you'll come back. I hope you'll find the stories that touch you out there in the blogosphere and maybe share your own for someone else to discover. We're all in this together. Remember that.