This blog is a risk for me.
I literally went from being the most guarded, closed off, artificial, seemingly perfect person alive to ripping myself open and spilling my guts across the internet for everyone to read.
I am a habitual exaggerator, but for once, I promise I’m not exaggerating.
I did not live as an honest person to very many people in my life. I kept most of myself locked deep inside – choosing, instead, to focus my energy on fulfilling everyone else’s expectations so I could hide in plain sight. And that gave me such terrible anxiety, fear of abandonment, and deep self-loathing I couldn’t do it anymore.
So, with this blog, I’ve done my best to embrace vulnerability for the first time ever. And, as a result: I feel like I’m going to puke for the first hour after publishing every post, I’ve shocked many people who thought they knew me, and I’ve made many family members concerned.
Naturally, I’ve gotten a lot of questions from those who know me. Questions about the content of my posts. Questions about whether or not I’m OK. Questions about whether or not it is cool to share my posts with others.
So, I thought it would be a beneficial exercise to really explain my purpose for this online space. Because the content I share in my posts is what I want people to know about me now. Because I am OK. And because I ABSOLUTELY want you to share my posts.
So here’s the deal. I want to be a writer. Like, poetry book publishing, short-story in Newsweek, get paid for doing this, kind of writer.
In order to be a writer, you have to take the kind of risks I haven’t historically been ready to take. Like sharing your guts, and your heart, and your soul, and your mind. Like sharing things other people are too scared to share. Like sharing parts of yourself others can relate to or find a connection with.
I am finally ready to take these risks. And it feels really fucking good.
Every single thing I publish in this space is something I am ready to share with the world. That does not necessarily mean I want to divulge any more details than those contained within my posts. So, if you ask me questions, please don’t be offended if I don’t want to share any further details with you. If we had the kind of relationship where I could confide in you, I would have already given you all the details and you wouldn’t be shocked or surprised from reading my posts.
And, I am not sorry about this. These are my boundaries. I’m working really hard in therapy to get to the point where I trust more people so I can confide in those who would like to support me. But this is slow work. I have to dig myself out of a ditch of low self esteem I have spent 28 years digging. It is what it is. Pushing me by asking invasive questions, and then getting upset when I don’t want to answer them, isn’t going to make me want to confide in you.
That being said, I am OK. I know I write about a lot of dark shit. That’s because I have a morbid personality. I’ve experienced trauma. I struggle with real mental health issues that are not easy to talk about, and definitely not easy to read about. But, rest assured, that by the time something is being posted on my blog or social media, I have processed through it healthily. Once my writing is ready for the world to see, it is because I am on my way out of my crisis and am ready to talk. I am not writing this blog as a cry for attention. I am not looking for anyone to notice me so they can save me. I have a powerful, dedicated, proactive and reactive support system that is a well-oiled machine ready to grind into motion the minute I call on it. What I’m trying to say here is, thank you so much for your love and concern. Thank you for reaching out to me with words of encouragement and support. Thank you for letting me know you’re there for me if I need you, and that you’re rooting me on.
Just please don’t let yourself spend too much energy worrying about me. If you’re reading my posts it means I’m OK. I am a habitual isolator in coping with my mental illnesses, so you should only really be concerned if I fall silent. If I stop posting. If I disappear from the world for long periods of time without explanation.
And that brings me back to my main point: I am trying to be a writer. If I really, honestly think about my dream career; writing is it. I’ve always loved writing and the written word. I’ve been writing creatively since elementary school. I think in syntax. I communicate best in verse and prose. I feel connected to someone when I read their writing. I am desperate for people to have that same feeling when they read mine.
So, PLEASE PLEASE SHARE. Share my writing. Share my social media posts. Share with whomever you think needs to read what I have to say. Share with whomever would feel a connection to my struggle. I am writing this blog because I’m ready to stop hiding. I am working on a poetry book I would like to publish by January 2021 because I’m ready for the world to know my guts. And my heart. And my soul. And my mind.
So please share. And thank you for sharing. And thank you for reading. And thank you for your love and support. I love you too.
An Experiment with Vulnerability 