*This* is why I blog

I started this blog so I would have a place to tell my story.

A place to put the memories that tormented me to rest.

It didn’t matter if  anyone ever read them, I just needed to tell them, to face the pain and let it out.

I felt lighter once I had the book of meth in print.

I didn’t have to replay it in my head over and over anymore…it was there in black & white.

The secret misery was out, confessions of crap that I’ve put up with, I poured my heart and soul out into words that I never thought I’d share with anyone.

Words I never thought anyone would read.

That’s when I discovered the best part of  blogging.

People.

People related to my story…felt my pain and they shared their comments and stories with me.

Ive met moms and dads from all walks of life and all over the world.

I’ve met some incredible friends like Mely, Morgan, and Matt who continue to inspire me and encourage me.

Ive recieved emails from women who are currently trapped in their own misery, women who in some way shape or form relate to the words I’ve already written, they’ve found themselves walking down a path I’ve already tripped and stumbled thru.

They pour their heart out to me which I feel is a great honor.

They feel comfortable enough to finally collapse and just let it out.

When I read their stories I feel the pain all over again and I cry along with them because I know how bad they hurt and I know that they will feel a huge relief once they tell their story just as I felt when I told mine.

Im not judging them, Im not offering any advise, Im just listening….

There are instances when I feel the need to #assslap someone out of the “Oh poor me” phase and remind them that they only deserve what they accept.

I dont know where this blogging endeavour will take me (the plan is global domination) but I hope that it will remain a place where people find the courage to tell their stories….Im still listening.

*If you’re wondering who to blame for my blogging, it’s all Matt and his damn robot.