I have a confession. I have migraines and depression. And I let them win.
I started this blog two years ago under the advisement of a friend, a dear, dear friend, who was convinced that it would help me feel better on all fronts. That the positive feedback – or any feedback – would make a difference in both mood and pain.
But I let them win. I have forever. I have talent and dreams. What a failure I am.
I’ve posted all of five times, I think. I managed one last night, one I thought was pretty fun. It’s not bad. So I wanted to start an editorial calendar today but could not imagine what my worthless self would talk about. Anxiety filled my throat with acid and shortened breath.
That one post seemed to change a little something, though, because here I am.
I am wondering what you, my two or three dear readers, think about my friend’s theory. Do you think that regularly posting something, anything, can help fill that hole in your heart? You know, the one you can shrink but never quite sew closed. I can always find a way to slip backwards into that hole. It’s like I want to.
Do you think posting about something, anything, might keep me upright?
Do you think that over time my migraines, caused primarily by stress and sadness, might alleviate a little bit? If posting something, anything, would help alleviate that stress and sadness, I would take a bit. Any of you who have chronic migraines or other pain, I know, would take a bit.
Your thoughts and experiences would be invaluable if you’re up for sharing. In the meantime I will do my best to continue posting about the fascinating and useless things I find while cleaning my closet. Maybe some boxing, too.
Thank you all. Thank you so much.
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