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.