Something I’ve imagined being asked about this blog is “who are you doing this for?” Some of the other W’s would fit here, but there’s an answer for them.
I do it for the part of me that others wanted to keep buried. The ones that claim they love you until you call them out to their face about their faults, especially ones that multiple people can confirm.
I do it for people that need the jumpstart to do the same by any means, so long as it doesn’t cause harm. I’m not so self-centered to believe I’m the only one that can, but for those close to me, perhaps it will to them, too. It’s also okay if it’s not because of me, too.
I’m speaking to the parts of me that are tired of the repetitions in my head of times I was/am emotionally abused by people that may still feel it’s the only way to live, ignoring their decaying within themselves, and their victims.
I also love the idea of having many of these deeper thoughts left behind of me. Something to state that everything I’ve even said, felt, and done, had meaning to it. That nothing was in vain, no matter how selfish or ignorant I was in younger, submissive days.
And I do it to say “thank you,” both in words and action. Thank you for listening to me, and sometimes advising me how to show that I’m not only thankful, but in cases truly mean that apology that’s either hard to say or won’t be heard.
Not everyone who questions your motives is doing so out of potential judgment or ridicule. Those that do are often scared of being the source of your commentary, which leads to a classic line, “if it hurts you, it’s about you.”
The other side is okay, whether they’re your cheerleaders, or advocating better mental and/or spiritual health. Some will be both. So long as the work is done, and it doesn’t stop there.
And it’ll be a long time before I stop, too.