inspiration

So I'm bloggin. I need an outlet for my creativity, I need to blow off steam, I need to weep and wail, I need to be seen and heard, I need to move on, I need to make friends, I need to love and be loved, I need to grow, some days I need to shrink, I need A shrink. Wait, I have a shrink. Why do they call them shrinks anyway? What are the benefits of being shrunk? Is shrunk a word?

So here I am. Bloggin. Someone told me around about the beginning of the year, right about the time my life fell apart (for the second time) that I should write. They inferred that perhaps I could find relief from my grief and pain by writing. I do write, I keep a journal... but I have never let anyone, ever, read my journal. I have had boyfriends read my journal and nothing but baaaaad ever came from that. But I am tired of talking (I mean writing) to myself. I want to be heard..... even though being heard (or read) makes me feel incredibly vulnerable. But I have felt worse things in life than vulnerable so I am going to make the leap and..... did I mention? start blogging.

And that is it for now. Babysteps methinks. But tomorrow I think I will get into a little bit of history. Probably just my recent past... so as to drum up some sympathy. And I don't know how I am going to write. My style and format may change from day to day depending on how I feel. I think tomorrow I may tell a story of my recent past. Because some stuff I really need to get out, and my guess is that what I have to say, alot of people can relate to.

Any comments? Please feel free to leave them. I will delete creepy or abusive comments. No need for that now, right? But I would love to hear from people.... ask me a question! Let's get interactive!!!!

Til tomorrow.......