Lately, I've been reading a bunch of new blogs, mostly by people that I met at BlogHer '09, or people that I've tweeted with and who interest me. And while all these blogs are so different from one another, the one thing they all have in common - they are all very, deeply personal.
I'm reluctant to link to anyone in particular since I'm pointing out how delicate their subject matter. It doesn't seem right to direct my readers toward their thoughts, on what might be a gawker-type of interest. So this is NOT me saying, hey guys! Check out these blogs and realize how effed up these people are!
Because that's not what I think. At all.
I think these people are real. Real people with real challenges. One woman is talking about their infertility and how hard it is to co-exist in a world where it feels, to her, that everyone she knows is a baby-maker. Another has just separated from her husband and is using her blog as a journal, letting it all hang out, taking her readers on her journey, and hopefully using her words to heal herself too.
I asked myself why I feel so drawn to these bloggers of late, and the only thing I could come up with is because I'm a little envious of them. I'm envious of their ability to open up in such a public forum, a bit jealous that their blog has become a true form of expression for them, with the power to help themselves, help others (hopefully) along the way.
Life has been rough lately. That much I can say. It hasn't been all rosy and flowery and the stress of this unusually, well, stressful time is taking its toll on me. Though everyone is healthy and my children are generally happy, all is not 100% as it should be. And I wish that just once, I could pour my heart out, using the best form of expression that I have - words.
So for now, I'll continue to derive some strength from you, my fellow bloggers and hope that one of these days I'll find a way to express myself as eloquently, and productively, as you.
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