I was told recently that blogging is a "waste of time" and people who blog need to "get a life."
I was hurt by this statement at first. See, I'm a bi-polar, depressed, anxiety ridden, OCD-ing mess. I am, and I am still coming to terms with it. Blogging has really helped me. I share my opinions, stories, triumphs and sadness with people from around the world. I have blog buddies in Michigan, the U.K.,New York,British Columbia, Texas, Ireland....all over, really. Blogging has opened the world up to me. I now have daily contact with people that I would otherwise never know.
I am writing again,too. Writing was my 1st love, my passion. I used to fill notebooks, diarys, and any scrap paper I could find with short stories, and musings. For a long time, there was none of that. I had forgotten how to express myself.
That has all been changing. While I still stuggle daily with my depression, I am beginning to feel good about myself. I look forward to reading everyone's lateast blog, and revel in the amazing photographs that my pals are posting. I'm laughing at their jokes, crying with their sadness, and sharing their joy.
After the shock began to fade at such a hurtful statement, I began to realise something. This person, the negative nay- sayer that put down my efforts ( and those of my friends ), is himself, unhappy. How else could someone that claims to love me say something so negative about something so positive?
I was too shocked to respond to the whole 'get a life' statement. Hubby, however, was not. His reply was simple.
" When was the last time anyone cared about YOUR opinion"?
I didn't need to say anything else. To all of my blog buddies out there ( and you know who you are ), thanks for caring.