I’ve delayed this long enough. Figured out other blogs to write about in order to postpone the inevitable. You’d think there wouldn’t be any more baggage left to share, but those of you who have chosen to read these postings over the last six months know I have no qualms about sharing my life and revealing innermost parts that most would just as soon sweep under the rug. Not quite sure where this will head, how many parts will be written, or when it will end. And doubt I’ll start posting daily unless the words start flowing. All I know, it will be hard to write about--how can you explain what you fully don’t understand; and difficult to share. But as I’ve said before, if I didn’t share, it would defeat the purpose for starting this weblog in the first place. Blogging has become a therapeutic release to help knock down some walls and try to stop putting on a façade--afraid if people knew the “real me,” nobody would like me (of course, so far from your comments, I now know that’s not true.)
My immediate family and a few old friends are somewhat aware of the issues that will be addressed, but no one knows the full extent of the turmoil and torment which has plagued me for 37 years (since the 9th grade), with the possible exception of Carl. Will start from the very beginning and talk it through. You might say it will be my own therapy session and the issues are interrelated. Tried the counseling route (will be talked about in greater detail later on), but I’m one who thinks I must solve everything myself. And it has been said that shrinks are more screwed up than their patients (hey, that sounds like the career for me). Even if nobody read these next several postings, it undoubtedly will produce beneficial results. Meaning--the weight of my baggage will become lighter. Who knows, this could possibly turn into my autobiography and could change the title to, “Don’t Let This Happen to You.”
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I always enjoy reading your blogs, even if I don't always comment. You have such an eloquent (sp?) way of writing. I myself have wanted to start a blog but have put it off for fear of not having anything exciting to say. I look forward to your "therapy sessions" and hope that I can offer some words of enouragement along the way
Let her rip! Having a graduate degree in psychology, I can say this: A psychoanalyst is nothing more than a person who went nuts by degree!
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