It still is, but now I have to be wary of what I write. I have to be aware of who is reading my words. It's not just random strangers anymore, it's family and friends.
I have friends who don't want to know about the twilight times, my mood swings, my paranoia. They want to see the happiness. They have told me as much in real life, I understand this but I still need to write the bad out so that I can see the good. I have things I
need want to write about but I find myself censoring my ramblings so as not to hurt X or offend Y or worry Z.
It's not working that well for me. It's making me feel blocked, drained, claustrophobic and fake. I don't want to stop writing, I don't want it to become a fake blog either. I want it to remain honest and I want it to remain a place where people can find a bit of themselves and realise they aren't alone - there's at least one other slightly nutso person out there who struggles to keep all the balls in the air.
Bear (bare?) with me and I will find my way back. And if you have any words of encouragement, advice, especially if you are one of my nearest and dearest please leave a comment.