So, I am giving myself a reprieve
from a topical post today, since I spent today’s writing time coming up with an “About Me” page. Nothing new and exciting there, except maybe my debate over my favorite color. That’s a pretty hot topic. Or not.
I wasn’t going to do an “about me” page originally, since I didn’t really see this blog as being about me. But then I started reading other people’s blogs and it really helps to know something about who it is that’s behind the blog.
Writing about myself brought up some interesting points for me. I am realizing that I feel better now than I have ever felt in my life, which is really great. But it makes me wonder if I am coming across as a charlatan when I write about depression. I can imagine being really depressed and reading some of these blog posts and wondering if the person writing them even has a clue as to what it’s like to be depressed. I’ve been in the position before of listening to someone talk about how god-awful things were for them when to me it seemed like they were living a cake walk. It was like they were some kind of “depressed person” wanna-be. Believe me, it’s not an elite group that one should aspire to.
I don’t ever want to belittle the seriousness of depression. But I also don’t want to miss the opportunity to celebrate life when it is given to me. So, if I digress into discussions of Gumby and Pokey and dead opossums, please understand. And if you don’t understand, please be tolerant. I still carry the fear of falling back into the black pit of depression, and I can’t imagine what my blog posts might look like then. I hope to not have to find out.
I am excited to be getting comments on my posts (except the spam). I do have a penchant for talking to myself, but sometimes it’s nice to know someone else is listening (besides the shrink who wants to know who it is I think I am talking to and whether I think I am hearing voices answering back).
I probably won’t keep up the daily schedule. My cats think I am paying way too little attention to them, and they are shedding fur all over my computer to spite me. And someday soon I hope to be gainfully employed and won’t be able to sit here half the day pondering the meaning of life (I’ll write that post one of these days).
So, here’s to one month.