Forks in the road
I want to start blogging again. I've been thinking about it for a while, and I think it's a good habit to have... My main hurdle right now is to figure out the how and the where.
There's a lot of water under this particular bridge.
This journal is ten years old. I started blogging here at barely twenty, and I find reading my back entries simultaneously embarrassing and difficult. Even the very latest post are hard for me to read.
I turned thirty last year. I've been battling depression for more than half my life now, plus the assorted complications that tend to develop alongside long term mood disorder.
But it's a life. It's just a matter of getting on with it.
My parents still manage to find a perplexing variety of methods to frustrate me in new and exciting ways, often many times a week. I feel like my options at this point are either to stop complaining about them, or write a bestselling novel about familial codependent disorder.
I own a flat with my fiance now, and I'm a full time (evil) stepmother, since his biological mother currently resides in Japan. I miss traveling at whim like I would miss a limb, but other than that, I feel at home.
I went back to university part time this year. I am now a practicing Buddhist.
I grew up when I wasn't watching.
I'm not sure I can keep this journal and reflect that. I want to write about other things. I still probably would like to have a safe space to rant about things that frustrate me, but the difference is, I am no longer sure that's the best thing to do, for me or for anyone.
What do you guys think? Should I use this space, since I have it? Should I move to WordPress or Dreamwidth or somewhere else I haven't thought of?
There's a lot of water under this particular bridge.
This journal is ten years old. I started blogging here at barely twenty, and I find reading my back entries simultaneously embarrassing and difficult. Even the very latest post are hard for me to read.
I turned thirty last year. I've been battling depression for more than half my life now, plus the assorted complications that tend to develop alongside long term mood disorder.
But it's a life. It's just a matter of getting on with it.
My parents still manage to find a perplexing variety of methods to frustrate me in new and exciting ways, often many times a week. I feel like my options at this point are either to stop complaining about them, or write a bestselling novel about familial codependent disorder.
I own a flat with my fiance now, and I'm a full time (evil) stepmother, since his biological mother currently resides in Japan. I miss traveling at whim like I would miss a limb, but other than that, I feel at home.
I went back to university part time this year. I am now a practicing Buddhist.
I grew up when I wasn't watching.
I'm not sure I can keep this journal and reflect that. I want to write about other things. I still probably would like to have a safe space to rant about things that frustrate me, but the difference is, I am no longer sure that's the best thing to do, for me or for anyone.
What do you guys think? Should I use this space, since I have it? Should I move to WordPress or Dreamwidth or somewhere else I haven't thought of?