In the midst of this beautiful summer and freckle faced kids i'm depressed. Or, at the very least, having an existential crisis.
The kind of crisis that is usually reserved for college days when time drags on between classes, lost loves and a fine balance between beer and coffee.
I feel insignificant. Important to few save for the four little mouths i clothe, feed and love. I just don't see where i fit in. How my life can be portrayed in all the important ways i feel it should. I am a mother. I am little else. Everything i do revolves around that status, or lack of. Even taking off to california next week. I have only found the strength to do something for myself when it comes with the "mommyblogging" stamp of approval.
I don't care anymore about my clothes, or the ten pounds i didn't lose, or the teeth i didn't whiten. I wonder why i'm even going. I'm looking forward to the time alone and away, but i am also scared. History tells me that when left to my own devices and idle time my mind gets up to misadventures.
After spending a week with family members i've realized the toll this blogging thing has taken on my relationship with my family. Blogging has changed my life and i'm not sure it's for the better. I love writing. I love the discipline of having to write everyday. I love the outlet for all these crazy thoughts and adventures. I love sharing my life when in another time i would never be able to.
But, for this blog that very few people read, i have given up a little bit of the love i once shared with my family.
Part of me will tell you that they have read things they didn't like. That i've shared feelings that were, perhaps, better left unsaid. That i have made people uncomfortable by talking about my struggles.
Another part of me will tell you that talking about my struggles has helped me. Sharing the joy i feel when i think about my children and my husband; those thoughts saved forever, that makes it all worth it to me.
Posted by Jess at 10:21 PM Permalink

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That is hard. I worry about that as well. My family is extremely open but there is line I can't cross. If I can't say the way I feel to their face in an angry discussion (because that is how it would come across no matter how I word it on the blog) then I don't say it at all.
People tell me I open up a lot on my blog but there is so so SO much left unsaid. I don't feel I'm hiding that part of me though as I don't see blogging as a therapy. If I did, I would be in trouble.
I hope this isn't the end of your blogging. I don't tell you my experiences because I think you should follow them, it's just how I've sorted that out for my own family.
You are a good writer. There are many more than "just a few readers" I would think.
Posted by Ada | July 19, 2006 11:20 PM