A few weeks back, a reader suggested that I whine a lot. She said I’m badly depressed and need more help than I’m getting.
She’s not the first person to misunderstand the purpose of this blog.
For those who don’t know by now, I started this blog because writing is powerful therapy. When you type out your feelings on paper or in a forum like this, it’s very freeing. You don’t keep stuff inside and you can move ahead more easily.
I decided to go public with my struggles because, for me, bringing my problems to light would make them smaller and weaker — and easier to manage.
I also did it because I know most people suffer with their own issues and live in greater pain because it’s the sinister secret in their closet. I figured that if I came clean about my own frailties of character and more medically based struggles, people who live in the closet would at least know that they don’t have to be alone and that they can get to a better place. A lot of people have told me this blog helps them. So I keep writing, even when I don’t feel like it.
I write frankly about my challenges. But I accept those challenges and have found happiness all the same. If you think that’s whining, you’re badly confused.
Fortunately, there’s a remedy for you: You can stop reading this blog and erase it from your mind. If you stay despite getting nothing from it, perhaps you’re the one in need of more help.