So my therapist thinks I shouldn’t make my blog public because it leaves me very vulnerable. Each person who reads it will take away whatever they read into my stuff, not necessarily what I meant. I told her I didn’t want to be defined by the stuff I write when I’m sad or scared or goofy or otherwise not in a perfectly clear state of mind.
I told her I would think about her suggestion. I hate that I even have to, but she has a point. I don’t have the opportunity to peer into the hearts and minds of my close friends—the friends who know me and are most likely to be hurt or upset by something I write here. So why should I open myself up to possible conflict? I say I write this stuff for me, and I do. I have never really cared who reads this stuff. It’s personal, sure, but it’s me. It may not be the best of me at all times, but it’s me.
Oh well. I haven’t decided what to do yet. But if you come back one day to find a password enabled on the site, you’ll know why.
by sabrina
1 comment
link to this post email a friend