I have often thought blogging is very therapeutic and gives you a chance to share your woes with others in the same boat. Right now, we need that support for one another. Thanks for your candor and sharing your experiences that can help everyone make it through another day.
Happiness is a deeply personal thing that is so fluid and dynamic. I haven’t been truly happy for a long time. Sure I have had moments of joy but nothing long term. People worry about me because I am not full of happy awesome sauce right now and I appreciate their concern. Don’t worry about me. I am not suicidal or anything drastic.
The year 2019 took a lot out of me and I don’t know when my emotional tank will be full again. I suppose it takes a year of recovery to get over a year of hardship, emotional stress, and the death of my father. I am very much a work in progress. People who go through this come out different on the other side and I can accept this.
Believe me, I am grateful for all the support. It’s going to take a while. Being my old self might not be what is in the cards.
Today I spent some time unpacking some stuff from the luggage of my heart and soul. I don’t know why I haven’t done this sooner. Journaling independent of one’s blog is a good way to get your thoughts out of your head and onto paper or pixels. Your experiences shape who you are and if they can help someone else then its a good thing. Now not everything has to or should be shared, everyone is entitled to keeping things close to home. You owe it to yourself to unpack things to get it off your shoulders.
Perhaps I need to do more exploring things rattling around in my head using a word processor vs. WordPress. A private stream of consciousness can help you organize your thoughts and to make sense of things that trouble your soul. Many of you do this already so this is old hat, for me this is a new thing I hope to do more of because I find writing stuff out can help me make more sense of it all.