Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song, and I'll try not to sing out of key

An interesting - and wonderful - thing about talking (or writing) about things that are difficult and that people don't often open up about, is that when you do, others who have been or are going through the same thing feel a kinship.  They realize they aren't alone.  They realize it's OK to talk about it.  They want the catharsis of talking about it.

Since I wrote my "Out of the Dark" post, so many friends, from all different walks of life, have reached out to me to offer their love and support.  And some also say, "oh my god, you are exactly describing what it was like for me.  It's like you're inside my head."

I've got dinner dates and phone dates and extensive email exchanges, all just from talking about what the past year or so in an unhealthy relationship was like for me.  It makes me feel like people have my back, and it makes me feel gratified that other people know that I have theirs.

I love that this blog has created another form of community for me, and is strengthening the community I already have.

The truth is, everybody's dealing with their shit.  Everyone has demons.  Everyone feels inadequate and lonely sometimes.  We all just want to love and be loved, and wish it weren't so hard.

In the last year, I've had a hard time blogging regularly - I was depressed and overwhelmed and feeling like I couldn't organize my thoughts to write about them.

Now that I'm feeling like my head is clearer and my mojo is returning, I can write again.  And I'm so, so glad. I love this little space on the interwebs, and the love it gives me in return.