I started blogging in early 2003. I was fresh out of High School, into the early years of my College life, and I thought I had it all figured out. I had been journaling since I was in Kindergarten, something my Mother encouraged by buying me all these pretty Diaries and Notebooks. Since then I knew I had one “creative” outlet under my belt.
Words are tricky. I feel like a well of emotions that I could not even explain or describe. It’s always been like, “a word hasn’t been invented for this feeling yet”, when it comes to me. I don’t know if it’s because, well, no — I’m aware that I need to expand my vocabulary, but even then, I don’t really think anything would come close to describe my feelings.
However, sidenote: If we want to talk about the closest thing that hit home (on a sad note), Sylvia Plath’s “The Bell Jar” really did it for me. She saw through me, that one.
Blogging has evolved so much since 2003. I tried to keep up with the times, but nothing really felt as right as using it the old school way, you know? Blogspot / Xanga days, when you’d just ramble about the things going in the multitude of Universes inside your head. When you were unafraid and brave to just be yourself … on the internet (because “in the real world” was a whole different level).
I’m glad I still have a slice of home in this void to call “mine”. Blogging will always be one of my most favorite outlets. At the time I am writing this, I have been journaling more than ever (almost on a daily basis), and it’s served as one of the most effective forms of therapy.