Usually there is a general plan of what I want to write about on this blog. I’m not entirely sure where we are going other than trying to make sense of the mush in this muddled head. There is a foggy awareness of something that is gradually coming into consciousness. It feels therapeutic, even enlightening…. If only I can find some clarity….
You could say I am a novice when it comes to the internet – Prior to starting a blog in June, Depression Forums were on the agenda for no more than a year. Facebook is a no-go. There is a vague awareness of Twitter and Pinning (whatever that is) is completely new.
Only patience will learn the process of blogging. It takes time to identify individual bloggers by their avatars or a Blog title. What intrigues and inspires me the most is the courage and complete honesty from everyone on WordPress.
The beauty of anonymity reveals our deepest secrets. We share personal and often traumatic experiences without fully realising what our words might mean to the journey of other bloggers. Over the weekend, I read some harrowing stories of child abuse, which made some of my own sound like fairy tales.
If you spend time visiting blogs, many stories can act as triggers, while the affinity amongst fellow- bloggers provide support, encouragement and inspiration.
In my humble opinion, our interaction through Forums and Blogs is similar to group therapy. We listen, identify, learn, and support one another through some of the worst times in our lives. If someone’s story triggers our own issues, then surely that exposure is a good thing. It might not be right for us to challenge our own issue at that particular moment, but I believe it can ultimately bring most of us one-step closer to true healing.
I have this image in my head. I get these a lot whenever there is difficulty expressing how I feel. It is of a high-speed train hurtling down the track in my direction. I’m standing on the edge of the platform, my toes dangling off the edge.
If I reveal to you the feelings I have harboured from childhood through to early teens, it will be as good as jumping onto the track. The train will obliterate my entire life and maybe take me to a place I have never been before.