After starting, and soon after deleting my fair share of blogs, why start over now? Adding my words and thoughts into the huge blend of other writers in the world wide web to hopefully find a home and not get lost in a mix of ones and zeroes, is appealing to me. I hope that what I have to say can resonate with someone, perhaps make them laugh, think, learn, or be inspired as I have been by others.
I have been journaling on and off for 5 years beginning right after I decided to stop taking medication for depression. I don’t like to be out of control, taking medicine that alters me and causes strange side affects is equivalent to being blindfolded in a car with someone I don’t know, hurdling down the highway towards an undisclosed destination. I hate it. Writing was a way to acknowledge that the feelings I had, and continue to have, are in fact real and that they can be worked out and soothed.
The writing bug bit me harder than ever after I ready Tina Fey’s wonderful book, Bossypants. After finishing it I moved onto Mindy Kaling’s memoir, started watching Lena Dunham’s Girls, read everything I could find that she had written with a quick Google search, and pre-ordered her book along with Amy Poehler’s book. All these women are smart, funny, and proud of who they are and what they have made for themselves, as they should be. They are not ashamed and are not dominated by what women are conventionally supposed to think and do, they are powerful.
Women are writing, sharing their feelings in an unabashed way, and I am excited to be a part of it in my own little way, writing about my experiences, life, and opinions.