Hi guys, welcome to my personal review of my blog, excluding all the numbers and apparent successes and failures. I wish to thank my readers, all of you have contributed to these small successes, and sadly, the failures are all thanks to inconsistent posting :-/ Oh well, we are what we are, right?
So, instead of promising the world this time around and again failing to post what I need to, I will post what I can, when I can, and most importantly, whatever I want to… I actually just need a good kick in the pants… right, review:
I started this blog off with a bang, posting many, and varied, posts. Most of them appeared rather poorly written, but as things progressed to the end of February and March, I seemed to get slightly better at expressing my thoughts as eloquently as I am able to, intermittently off course. Sadly there was this crazy moment in March where I believed that posting as my cat should be funny and interesting. What a schmuck I am *shakes head* Well, thankfully the idea died rather quickly, and I decided to just move on from there.
April appeared to be a better writing month for me, one filled with consistently good posts, well written mostly, if not always brilliantly inspired, whereas May turned out to be rather uninteresting with just the one post. It was a huge step for me nonetheless, confronting part of my past head on. June turned out to be a good one. I liked most of my posts, and the content was much more interesting to read. Turns out, the rest of the world thought so too!
July was my holiday, so off course, it was drier than the Sahara, and it all went downhill from there. Reading some of my posts, and just remembering what they were about, has me realizing the importance of a journal. I find it shocking how I didn’t realize my downward slope into depression was taking place so radically and noticeably. This blog is by far the best resource for me; it helps me deal with me, it helps me deal with history, it allows so much to be said, and puts it all back into perspective for me. Well, I’m going to go out and get some help, because clearly I was taken off the antidepressants WAY too soon. My poor poor husband… He really must have the fortitude of a rock.