Not only that, but it's just annoying to check my email and find advertisers wanting me to put links to their things on my blog, or take a free book if I write a blog entry about it, or let them write a guest post, which, I can only guess, is to plug something - a product, their passion, their idea, to an audience that they *think* I have, but actually, I really don't. That's not what my blog is about. Also, I don't want to be an advocate for anything, I'm touched that someone has read my blog at one point and thought of me when putting together a blog list on some health website, but I don't deserve to be there. People who teach other people to live with mental illnesses should be there, not me. I don't even talk about being bipolar that often anymore.
All it is supposed to be is a diary, like when you're a teenager in high school. Nothing more, nothing less. I bared my soul in those 3-ring pages because I didn't know any better, there was no other way, no anonymity of the internet back then.
The flip side is the comments, which have been awesome. They have been supportive, they have let me know I am not alone, they have bared their own souls to me, I've made online friends through them, and I've even disagreed with people, but I find that to be a positive, too. Even through disagreeing, I was able to see someone else's point of view, and maybe I didn't see things the same way, I can't think of a single time that someone wasn't able to show me the reasons for their way of thinking and my then gaining a new perspective of an issue.
So, for anyone who reads this, if anyone does, before I go private, thanks for reading, and I'm sure eventually I'll go public again. I just need to get back to remembering how to write for me, and just me.
If you've gotten to know me through my blog, I wish I could have gotten to know you just as well.