Part of it was because I was hurt by someone that I thought I could trust. A family member, who I thought, was someone that I could tell anything, and he’d be open-minded.
I was wrong. I’d been told about “online journaling” by a friend of mine, and decided to check it out, see if it was something that I could get into.
Wow. Understatement of the millenium! I got into it, alright. 6 separate blogs’ worth of “into it”.
Each blog I opened, has a different use, and some see a lot more traffic than others. This blog – for example – is my main, home page, and I write most every day here. Others only get occasional postings, and some are strictly for specific purposes, like the Brea’s Water blog, which I have now turned into a classroom for my Wicca 101 students. It is not a public blog, to help protect their privacy. Not everyone wants to be public about their faith, and I respect that. I’m pretty open about it. Obviously, since I write about it here, and I’m officiating weddings, I’m not in the proverbial “broom closet” anymore.
But I’ve discovered, that even though I originally got into blogging to pour out all the anger (fire), and the spirituality (earth and spirit), and the stories (twobenamed), that I found something I really wasn’t expecting in this experiment.
I never thought that this little blog would bring me so many important new friends in my life. It brought back another very important friend, and I’ve learned more about myself than I ever thought I would, without paying through the nose to a therapist.
Just by writing, I was able to purge things that I couldn’t say out loud.
And? People wrote back to me! Good people, kind people, people that understood what I was going through, read all the strangeness that I talk about, and were willing to still know me. Even to some of them becoming “chosen family”, for which I am heartily grateful.
And I’m still doing it, even more so. Even though some of it disappears before it gets posted, it still gets written, still gets purged.
And the blogapy goes on.