A note (possibly a final note) on this Dreamwidth
When I started this Dreamwidth, it seemed like a good idea for me to talk a bit more about my chronic illnesses and raise some awareness about them, because of the fact that they have such a drastic impact on my writing and because so little is known about most of them. I thought maybe if I talked about them it would be a good resource for other people with the same conditions, as well as people going through the diagnosis, misdiagnosis and rediagnosis process.
However, at the time I started this Dreamwidth, I was also going through a really dark period in terms of mental health. Anxiety runs in my family and while it's something I always knew and was aware of, I was oblivious to the extent to which it was dominating my life. The issues with Twitter that I blogged about the other day compounded this, leading to a spiral of about two-and-a-half years that had a very deleterious effect on not just my mental health, but my chronic illnesses as well.
As of now, I have been on anxiety medication for about eight months. When I started taking it, I didn't really notice a big difference other than it shut off the background noise in my head and got rid of the panic attacks. But I didn't notice how much anxiety had wired my brain until my brain had been rewired long enough that I could see the difference. When I go back and reread my old blog posts and social media posts, I am startled by how fear seems to dominate everything I say.
So, my point is: I started this Dreamwidth as an attempt to help others who might have similar chronic illness to me. But in practice, I was using it to vent a lot of my very dark innermost thoughts. Thoughts that I guess didn't seem that dark to me at the time, but now I look at them and am like, "Damn, girl."
I know there's probably a place for that as well, but I don't think I want to be the person to share that part of myself with strangers. Some people do, and I think that's great and more power to them. But I like to be pretty private online, and leaving those posts up goes counter to that. Additionally, now that I am not stuck in that dark place anymore, I honestly don't want to reread those posts, because it keeps those thoughts alive. There was a place for that vulnerability, and it's had its time, but that time is over. I don't want to live in the place anymore.
So I am going to make most of the posts on this account private now. I do want to leave some of them public, such as my posts about my actual diagnoses and my post from the other day about Twitter, because I think that's important and is a message that other authors need to hear. But if you click on a cross-link on one of the public posts and it tells you it's a dead link or a private link, that's why.
Thank you to my friends who commented on my old posts and were so nice and supportive. I really appreciate it.
At some point in the future I may revive this space for what I originally intended it to be. But for now, I will leave it at that!
However, at the time I started this Dreamwidth, I was also going through a really dark period in terms of mental health. Anxiety runs in my family and while it's something I always knew and was aware of, I was oblivious to the extent to which it was dominating my life. The issues with Twitter that I blogged about the other day compounded this, leading to a spiral of about two-and-a-half years that had a very deleterious effect on not just my mental health, but my chronic illnesses as well.
As of now, I have been on anxiety medication for about eight months. When I started taking it, I didn't really notice a big difference other than it shut off the background noise in my head and got rid of the panic attacks. But I didn't notice how much anxiety had wired my brain until my brain had been rewired long enough that I could see the difference. When I go back and reread my old blog posts and social media posts, I am startled by how fear seems to dominate everything I say.
So, my point is: I started this Dreamwidth as an attempt to help others who might have similar chronic illness to me. But in practice, I was using it to vent a lot of my very dark innermost thoughts. Thoughts that I guess didn't seem that dark to me at the time, but now I look at them and am like, "Damn, girl."
I know there's probably a place for that as well, but I don't think I want to be the person to share that part of myself with strangers. Some people do, and I think that's great and more power to them. But I like to be pretty private online, and leaving those posts up goes counter to that. Additionally, now that I am not stuck in that dark place anymore, I honestly don't want to reread those posts, because it keeps those thoughts alive. There was a place for that vulnerability, and it's had its time, but that time is over. I don't want to live in the place anymore.
So I am going to make most of the posts on this account private now. I do want to leave some of them public, such as my posts about my actual diagnoses and my post from the other day about Twitter, because I think that's important and is a message that other authors need to hear. But if you click on a cross-link on one of the public posts and it tells you it's a dead link or a private link, that's why.
Thank you to my friends who commented on my old posts and were so nice and supportive. I really appreciate it.
At some point in the future I may revive this space for what I originally intended it to be. But for now, I will leave it at that!