A quick note about my posts

I have a lot of interests that might seem to only interest me. For example, while writing here, I’ve got my right eye on the NBA free agent trade news crawl. I might write something about that, and at first blush, that might not interest any of you.

Though I don’t succeed every day, I do my best to find the story within those stories that would be of greater interest to all of you. There’s always something.

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For example, I did a piece about UConn rejoining the Big East. I titled it poorly; the greater part of that piece were thoughts about the state of women’s sports. I know there’s a lot to talk about there.

So I have two points: a) I’ll do my best to title pieces in a way to illustrate the bigger picture in the piece that might interest you; and b) I hope you’ll give them a skim.

I’m open to suggestions, and am happy to cover a particular topic. I have a perspective on everything! Feel free to let me know in the comments.

Posting as pain relief

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.

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I’m not looking for sympathy. Just feel like this a lot and wondering if posting would help me lift my head…from time to time.

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.