Purpose, huh? I was talking to a friend about this blog today, and she wanted to know what sort of blog it was, or what I was writing about. I don’t know if the answer I gave her was all that helpful, but I will tell you.
I started this blog because I wanted a place that I control where I can express all of the thoughts that roll through my head, both trivial and profound. As an anxiety sufferer, I am often prone to a lot of intrusive and obsessive thoughts, and I need to have a place to collect, organize and try to make sense of them. I find when I write something out, I can sometimes see patterns of illogical thinking, or can put together the bunny trail that went from a seemingly benign thing to a anxiety attack.
Writing has given me a way to drill down to the deeper parts of myself that need investigating. As I “peel the onion,” as every therapist likes to say, I am finding more information as to the needs, traumas and motivations that are a source of my anxiety/insecurities, and can, if left unchecked, cause me to engage in destructive behaviors.
Also, I wanted to add my voice to the many others in the world who talk about mental illness and how it affects them. I want to do what I can to humanize the issue of mental illness and bring it into the mainstream. I want people to see that it isn’t something to be afraid of. That its a part of life, and for people to understand that it isn’t a bunch of lazy fakers either. If I can help even one person, I feel this whole thing is worth it.