Why I Write
Okay, so I thought it was time for me to climb into the discussion here, being as it is my blog and all…
I’m not going to get into the ins and outs of what you believe and what I believe. Everyone has their own perspective of the world. Who am I to tell someone they are wrong? Who am I to tell someone that they need to stand where I am and look from my vantage point? We all have our own journeys.
As I was writing a friend this morning, I expressed to her why I write about my most intimate experiences online for everyone to see. I don’t do it for me, though I suppose there is some catharsis of freedom that comes with being honest. I express my life experiences for those who struggle with some of the same issues I do. I want those with bipolar to know they aren’t alone in their daily battle for equilibrium. I write for the homosexual who is still finding their place in the world. Why do I make myself so vulnerable? Because I know, and because I’ve been given the time and the words to express what I feel and experience. My vision is to bring hope, encouragement, motivation and maybe even validation to someone who feels beat down.
I have been both rewarded with online friendships and discouraged with losing friends who thought they knew me. (Trust that I’m not any less moral or tender-hearted than I was when I attended my conservative childhood church.) I’m diligently searching for a faith that I can hold onto without the fear of being shamed, guilted, or damned to an eternity of flames. I’m not saying I’m looking for a faith that fits MY mold, rather I’m looking for the truth that sets me free. I know many of you believe you hold the answers (or Answer) to my questions. I don’t think it’s quite as simple as one might suggest—we all have our own journey as I said before. I welcome all comments (and prayers) anyone might send my way.