I begin to get upset and obsess over little things when the depression starts to woo me and pull at me.
And when I say little, I mean little. Like today I felt horrible because I’m not a funny blogger. I decided that must be why a blogging friend didn’t ask me to guest post. Le sigh. Who cares, right? I mean, dudes, I am barely keeping up with my own writing!! But nonetheless, I stew. And stew and stew. I go round and round in my head.
At the same time I worried that my writing didn’t matter. I’m not entertaining anyone with my wit and I’m not helping anyone with my candor.
So again, I stew. Thankfullly, I have a great group of people around me. I mentioned some of my ruminations to a friend. She, and another, told me my writing did matter. And another friend, reallly made it real, when she told me I had to tell my story. It is my testimoney that no one else can tell. I talk about the pain and depression when maybe others would stay quiet. (Like right now when I would rather keep my petty silliness to myself, yet here I am, writing it.)
“Embrace who you are, the good, the bad, your strengths and weaknesses…. Your life is a testimony, even the parts you think are insignificant.”
She’s right, you know. My story, all of it, is mine. Maybe you need to hear it, maybe someone else does, I don’t know, but here I am writing it.
What do you need to share? What does someone else need to hear from you? Write it, say it, own it, celebrate it.
*This post is dedicated to the many amazing women and bloggers I know.Survive til you Thrive!