When I first started my blog in July of last year, I started with an introduction and purpose. Looking back at this piece of writing and all that I have written, I have conceived three very exciting concepts.
1. Writing helps me monumentally with my emotional strength and regulation.
2. My quality of life is intertwined with my self awareness, often gained through writing.
3. Each time I write, I develop into my own teacher, healer, doctor, and confidant. It is like me
healing me.
The 19 posts published on this blog are only a drop in the bucket of what I have written over the last year and a half.
Here is the introduction and purpose I wrote at launch:
"So, I started to blog.
My sincere hope is that writing will help me (and hopefully others) through various, rough times. If not? Hey, at least I am making some healthier choices than I have in the past. In my simple opinion that is a positive thing for me and my little family.
A dear friend of mine suggested blogging as a way to cope and process raw feelings. "Write it out, and let it go" she shared with me. "You always play your cards so close to the chest. Let others help. Even if that help is just reading what you write. Or, just write it and don't share it."
A different, dear friend helped me master transforming physical pain. (Give me that over emotional distress any day!) In matters of the heart, I have come to realize, with me at least, the only way to "get over it" is through it.
I have attempted to numb or just plain ignore that distress, both options are sticky. Since I have actually begun dating for real, I have embarked on a whole different ball game with interpersonal relationships. I have never experienced this level of emotional turmoil before, hence - the blogging. However, I really do see the pain as a good thing, but oh God... so hard.
Our physical bodies are amazing, pain indicates so many things, and can be tool. The same is true with my emotional body and my emotional pain. In medicine, we learn that if the pain is different, it's usually a very good thing. Different can be healthy, and I embrace this pain as a guide to direct me to new paths."
Bibliotherapy really works for me because I am analytical. It is one of my characteristics I am fond and proud of. Through it, I bear the ability to perform emotional and mental resections and reformations at my own hand. The astonishing power I have benefited from makes me intensely curious. What if I were to write about various matters in hand? As I observe my most esteemed mentors, they all had one thing in common. Guess what it was? They write.
Is it time to proliferate? What an exciting thought...
Here is the introduction and purpose I wrote at launch:
"So, I started to blog.
My sincere hope is that writing will help me (and hopefully others) through various, rough times. If not? Hey, at least I am making some healthier choices than I have in the past. In my simple opinion that is a positive thing for me and my little family.
A dear friend of mine suggested blogging as a way to cope and process raw feelings. "Write it out, and let it go" she shared with me. "You always play your cards so close to the chest. Let others help. Even if that help is just reading what you write. Or, just write it and don't share it."
A different, dear friend helped me master transforming physical pain. (Give me that over emotional distress any day!) In matters of the heart, I have come to realize, with me at least, the only way to "get over it" is through it.
I have attempted to numb or just plain ignore that distress, both options are sticky. Since I have actually begun dating for real, I have embarked on a whole different ball game with interpersonal relationships. I have never experienced this level of emotional turmoil before, hence - the blogging. However, I really do see the pain as a good thing, but oh God... so hard.
Our physical bodies are amazing, pain indicates so many things, and can be tool. The same is true with my emotional body and my emotional pain. In medicine, we learn that if the pain is different, it's usually a very good thing. Different can be healthy, and I embrace this pain as a guide to direct me to new paths."
Bibliotherapy really works for me because I am analytical. It is one of my characteristics I am fond and proud of. Through it, I bear the ability to perform emotional and mental resections and reformations at my own hand. The astonishing power I have benefited from makes me intensely curious. What if I were to write about various matters in hand? As I observe my most esteemed mentors, they all had one thing in common. Guess what it was? They write.
Is it time to proliferate? What an exciting thought...
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