My blog – originally – was intended to be a daily journal for myself, something I could turn into a habit and commit to, since journaling has been the bane of my existence (yet another one of those, lol) since I was young.
However, I’ve shared it with others… not just the public, but therapists and people I trust to read and not judge me (too harshly?!).
A theme that’s appeared is how raw and honest I am, which… I mean, yeah, that’s the point, but hearing someone else say it is kinda cool. I write a lot about the traumas I’ve been through, who I was and am now, and the things I’m trying desperately to do to heal.
So in the end, I hope that my blog can show others that they are not alone, that trauma happens to many people. I insert some humor once in a while, so I hope it gives people a chuckle now and then, too. I’m not sure to what end all that will come, but… maybe it helps someone feel less alone in the world, and that’s definitely a good thing, in my book.
On that note, last night I dreamt that my mom was dying – quickly, like progressing right in front of my eyes – of cancer and I went to The Plague for comfort and help. 😑 The fuck, yet again, brain?! *le sigh* There’s no way in the deepest levels of Hell that I’d ever go to him for either of those things. Nay nay, anything. But also… why brain gotta do me like that and make it deeply sad AND inconceivable?!
Brains. Can’t live with ’em… can’t live without ’em…
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