Last night I received a comment on my blog that really made me think.
The comment was in reply to my ‘Dear Rebecca’ post, and read:
I understand your frustration, but this seems a little over the top.
The comment threw me off at first. Had I overreacted? Was I wrong for writing about my feelings and posting them on my blog for all to see?
Of course not.
As I wrote my reply to the commenter, and read the supportive replies left by others, I started to realize more and more that this is my blog. Just as it’s my right to be silly and talk about camping out in bagel shops, it is also my right to share my raw, honest emotions with whoever decides to read.
Writing is my therapy. When I experience any type of emotion, my first instinct is to put it down on paper. That’s just who I am.
When I was 14, I had my heart broken by the first boy I ever loved. Instead of holding my depressed and angry feelings inside, I wrote furiously in a notebook. Soon, stacks of diaries covered my bedroom floor and overflowed with poetic ramblings and pain-filled verse.
When I was 15, I wrote a letter to Twist Magazine about the depression I was suffering from. I hoped that submitting my story would help young women like me get through depression as well. My story was published. The entire act of writing, submitting my story, and knowing that I was helping others was what helped me overcome my depression. It was the first time that I really felt that my writing was more than just something I did for myself.
I knew when I entered college that my career would have something to do with writing. I started out as a liberal arts major, then switched to focus on English. When I transferred to UAlbany, my major was English and my minor was journalism. It wasn’t long before I realized that I had a passion for journalism, and swapped my major and minor.
Journalism allows me to both help myself by writing and help others by conveying information in an easy-to-understand type of way. It allows me to bring personalities to life, and to share stories that people may not be able to put into words on their own. I love writing human-interest stories. Here are a few I’ve written in the past:
- Relay for Life: Cancer Survivor Remembers Those Lost to The Disease
- Dave Matthews Crew Discusses Experience
- Wedded to Jazz: Couple Who Married at 2005 Saratoga Jazz Festival Return Every Year
I see blogging in almost the same light. Even though my posts are usually very picture-heavy, it helps to write, even a little bit, every day. I enjoy putting my thoughts out there for you to read. I love receiving comments, both from people I’ve never met, and from real-life friends, telling me that I have inspired them to make a recipe, or to try a body pump class.
Reading blogs is what motivated me to start living a healthy life. I love being that motivation for other people.
I know that my ‘Dear Rebecca’ post was a little on the emotional side. I am, after all, a real person, with real feelings. While 99% of my posts are happy, I don’t always have good days. That would be impossible.
My goal for my blog is to be real, and honest with all of you. If I’m feeling bad about myself one day, I’m not going to hold that in. It’s a normal feeling to experience, and to not show that part of me would be fake.
My blog has grown a lot over the past year. I’ve gone from sharing very little about myself to sharing a whole lot, and my blog continues to grow as I do.
I will continue to share my life with you, and I hope that both my silly and “over the top” emotional posts motivate and inspire you, just as they have motivated and inspired me.
(Note: Your opinions and innermost thoughts are never over the top)
Why do you write? Why do you blog?