I am a private person. I have a really hard time opening up to others, and letting them get to know me for me. And it usually takes me a while to be able to share my deepest darkest secrets. Not that I have any.
So when I created this blog, I had absolutely no intention of sharing it with people I knew. I wanted to keep it a secret. I did not want my identity being out there. But then I thought about how that made no sense.
I have nothing to hide. I have not done anything wrong or anything that I am ashamed of. I have not hurt others. I am not gossiping about other people. The same stories that I share on this blog are the same ones that I write in my journal. They are the same ones that I share with my friends. So there is nothing wrong with sharing it with others. And by the off-chance that I somehow mention them [which I doubt is going to happen], I would not put their real name. I believe in privacy and respecting others.
When I first started writing in my journals, I hid it; under books, my bedside table, my bag, in a draw. As long as it was out of my mother’s sight, I was happy. At that time, I believed that my mother finding it would have been the worst thing to happen to me. Then I learnt to not care and became comfortable leaving it on the desk. The I started sharing the funny stories with friends, then the personal, vulnerable ones. Now we are at the online journal, which is the big new secret.
I am learning how to be comfortable and open up. I am learning how to be vulnerable. I am learning how to start sharing how I feel. That’s the entire point of this entire blog.
So I think the first step in doing that, becoming comfortable and confident, is being able to share with others. Though I am not sure about sharing with my family yet. They are a whole other group.