My favorite thing about this blog was that it is like free therapy. I work through what I’m thinking about or how I’m feeling (usually both) when I’m writing a post and once I’m done I feel like a little weight has been lifted. I still like that, but its not my favorite thing anymore.
If I had written this 3 weeks ago, I would have told you that my favorite thing about blogging is that it works my mind. It challenges me to sit down and compose something, whether its a stupid limerick, posting a few photos, a satirical story about motherhood, or an emotional confession.
Today, I think, my favorite thing about writing this blog is that I feel like I have a support group out there in cyberspace. A few of you post comments on the blog post itself, but I have received a lot of private Facebook messages, emails and phone calls as well. And those messages have all clued me in on one thing: I’m not alone in the way I’m feeling about anything. Not about my relationship with my mom, my selfishness as a mother, my self doubt, being medicated, having a therapist, suffering from miscarriages, feeling crazy. Nothing. It’s a nice feeling.
Thank you for making me feel less alone. Thank you for the encouragement, for keeping me in your thoughts and letting me know that you feel the same way. I’d love for more of you to comment on the blog itself. Oh, and here’s a confession to finish off the week: I titled this post with the name of the song that’s in my head right now. It has nothing to do with the post itself. Makes more sense now, doesn’t it? And it’s the Tiffany version. Sing along with me if you will.