Blogging has always been in some form or another a kind of introspection for me. I never wrote for an audience, I wrote for myself. It was all about finding a way to understand and explain myself to me, dig into my life, my feelings deeper.
More recently, I’ve found interesting parallels in my fiction writing. By interesting I mean borderline scary.
Several months ago I went to see a therapist for the first time. It’s something that I’d wanted to do for a while, I hoped that it would be like an interactive form of writing… me finding ways to explain things to someone else (like writing) but then having that person ask questions that might give me another perspective in a safe environment. In case you hadn’t noticed, I take my anonymity, my secrets, quite seriously. The only way I could really talk to someone about anything, everything honestly was in a situation where I could trust their discretion. Continue reading