For me, it’s a combination of catharsis and purging my mind of things I haven’t talked about in a way that makes me feel heard. Many people know about the things I write about, but they don’t really know what went on, and the extent of some things. Other things are just good memories that I want to record.
I can be me- unknown in the real world by most who read my posts. There’s a freedom in anonymity that is enticing. I don’t have to censor much. I can unload- and in the process, hopefully say something that resonates with a reader who is either struggling with some inner battle, or understands the nursing profession. I don’t have a single topic focus. I’m just emptying my head.
Most of my blogs are fairly long- and some may say that will keep them from being read by most folks out there. That’s fine. I edit what I feel is appropriate to the topic, and leave it at that. If people want to read them, fine; if they find them too long to bother with, that’s up to them.
Since starting this on August 10, 2012, I’ve had so many things come to mind that I want to write about. I live alone. I’ve been through a lot. I don’t discuss a lot, and it’s time to dump it. I can’t be the only one who has had the same experiences- and so I throw my story and feelings out there. Do with them as you will. My hope is that they make a connection and help someone- either through a tough time, or a reminder of something funny.