One of the reasons I started my blog was to release to the universe the story about what happened to me — how I went from being able to bounce out of bed in the morning, backpack around the world, and engage in full-contact self defense… to being in constant pain, barely able to walk for years, and still cautious about doing so much as shaking someone’s hand.
I’ve found that I’ve been shut down around this process of writing my story, however. For starters, I have encountered so much judgment and condemnation along the way of my healing path. It’s the classic story of how people who encounter trauma are then somehow blamed for that trauma. It seems easier to point a finger at one individual than to question an entire system. I just couldn’t deal with any more of that negativity.
I also got confused about the reason for my blog. To a certain extent, I got externally focused — caught up in social networking, search engine optimization, and tracking the number of readers. While the world of blogging is an exciting world in and of itself, I’m not engaged in it so as to have a super successful site. I’m engaged in it because writing is catharsis, and I am on a mission to heal myself in every possible dimension.
So here I go.