And So It Begins…

…the blog, that is. I sit here on a beautiful, sunny Sunday morning, cup of coffee at hand, trying to address my fear of a blank page. What do I write about? What am I passionate about? Will other people read it or be interested? How much does that matter?

And then come the perfectionistic thoughts. If I’m going to write a blog, it can’t just be “acceptable.” It needs to be excellent. Then, I sit with that, challenge that, and eventually arrive at, “No, it does not need to be excellent or perfect.” What does it need to be then? Mostly, it needs to be helpful to someone, somewhere, and those are things I can’t control. I’ll never know which topics resonate with which people and that’s OK. I’m going to write about things that interest me and hope that they reach someone who needs or wants to hear it.

So, this is my beginning. I plan to address topics of depression, anxiety, trauma and grief. I want to speak about the importance of mindfulness, self compassion, curiosity and how to quiet inner judgment and criticism. I wish to share my own journey through parenting, neurodivergence, family estrangements and cycle breaking - and arriving now at the “empty nest.”

So many things, all of these and many more. Therapists walk a fine line with self disclosure as well, so I will be mindful that my sharing is mostly for the benefit of the reader, while acknowledging there is healing in putting thoughts and feelings to words, and that someone, somewhere will take comfort that they are not alone in their own journey.

P.S. It’s been a long winter, and I’m just starting to notice the daffodils coming up. For me, that is a glimmer.