Wow. I stopped blogging after Gavin was born because I just didn’t have the time. After doing it almost every day and sometimes several times a day for around five years, not posting felt strange but it was one of the things that had to go if I expected to get any sleep or food or the occasional shower. Not staring at the blank box every day didn’t stop the posts from going on in my head, though.
So, I’m back. As before, I write for myself. An audience is an amusing bonus but not necessary. I warn people in advance that when I’m sarcastically bitchy I am not always feeling that bitchy in reality. I don’t take things that seriously all the time. I bitch to make people laugh as a tension reliever for myself.
I don’t need an audience, yet at the same time I am the same exhibitionist as the rest of the bloggers in the world and I crave acceptance and validation like the rest of humanity. I’ve worked to accept those things about myself. It might take me a while to relocate my voice and my groove, but I imagine they’ll show back up before long. If you’re here, thanks. Pull up a chair.
A caveat, though. Every night I’m going to try to write a note for myself on how the day went from a medical standpoint. Those posts are going to be password protected so you don’t have to read about how my bipolar disorder chose to play with me on that particular day.
Feels like I’m back home.
