I’ve gone through some life changes recently as I suppose we all do at some point or another. I really wish we could go through some of them in our sleep, like a Windows update. For some odd years (that’s the southern way of saying I don’t really know how many) I was battling a form of depression, or so I assume because at the time I refused to believe it or admit it. It wasn’t until I read the handy check-list at the doctor’s office that I became aware I met all those ‘symptoms’. Well, shit.
That was about the time I started my first blog. It was anonymous and I created an extra email for it, it was where I was going to vent and find myself and get over this stupid bout of weepies that I didn’t truly believe I had. It worked, for the most part, until I had yet another identity crisis and had to readjust myself again. Between trying to find myself and what my meaning was and the dismay of no one ever reading my blog I cracked. I deleted that blog and left the blogging world.
A few years later I felt a little more confident in myself, or so I thought. I created yet another blog. One that some of you readers (if they remember me at all) will remember it as It’s All A Bit Random. Slowly, but surely, I went through the same thing as the one before it. Another deleted blog and another feeling of utter failure and loneliness formed. This recovery didn’t take quite as long as the last and I tried my hand at it again. This blog is my 3rd and hopefully final blog.
I had some issues starting it again; I still wanted anonymity and wanted a place for me, just me to be me without any judgment, but something was missing. I continued to write and continued to feel this void. Everything in my life was starting to turn around and I felt better, but the blog and I were at odds. The blog was becoming that smelly guy on the bus who’s eyeing you with his good eye and you just want to somehow leave the bus without passing his seat. Something had to change, quickly. I finally realized I had to sit down and peel away the layers of who I want to be in this community and what my writing means to me. I came to the conclusion I didn’t want to hide anymore. I didn’t want to be afraid of judgment and I didn’t want to care what people thought of me. So what if I was broken and on the mend, so what if my bad times caused me to lash out, so what if my opinion of world issues is different than theirs, I’m who I am dammit and I’m ok with that!
The last layer I peeled off was my mask. My twitter is linked to my blog so I changed the contact email to my personal email, my picture to my real self, my name to my real initials, and I clicked that little button to let twitter find my contacts. It was pretty powerful and I was pretty damn scared. I’m still not out promoting my blog to my family and friends, but I’ve added several of them to my twitter followers where it prominently links to my blog. I have officially come out of hiding. It’s liberating, it’s refreshing, and it still scares the hell out of me.
My submission for Studio 30+