Blogging is an outlet for my trapped in thoughts which suffocate me if I don’t let it out. It is easier to put pen to the paper for me than talking to somebody about all the thoughts that lurk inside me. All I need is a paper and pen or the laptop.
I blog to string together words to name the emotion that steals my soul, snooping the depth of my mind, turning me into a sensitive being unable to share how I feel with another human being. I find it easier to hide behind written words as they take the lead and take me out of that tunnel where I get lost. Scared and lonely I am at those times, and the keystrokes keep me company, making sure that I am not scared, not lonely, anymore. I feel loved.
A poem lets me express my sorrows and insecurities better and I don’t worry that if I get misunderstood when words get all intertwined. I love getting lost in words like that. I love to read the feelings which made me feel low and blue, tackled by words like that. I feel refreshed.
Fictional stories exploring my imagination taking me to a different world, even momentarily, helping me in creating that world before the reader, I do feel powerful during those times.
Stories from my personal life, by sharing them I share my world with you. My happiness doubles when I share a positive story and my sorrows halves if it is one of those not so happy stories.
The interaction through blogging is the greater reward. Comments, friendships, support, all part of blogging and nothing can beat the happiness and gratitude I savor by being part of the blogging world.
I blog because it makes me happy. I blog because it makes me feel alive. And I won’t stop to blog because I know what I will miss!