… about my health…or more accurately, about my beast…
i’m not sure…all i can tell you is that for me, it’s important to get the crap out of my head. when i don’t, it sits up in there and festers…. and that’s no bueno at all. when it festers i lose my sanity… my balance… my center… so i dump it out here…
writing is something that i’ve always done. i’ve always kept journals in one form or another. for as long as i can remember. i love paper and ink… actually, i must admit to a pretty severe pen fetish… eek! don’t tell…
i started this blog back in the harsh cold winter of ’09… pft… probably wasn’t so harsh and cold but it sounds good ha!… i was diagnosed in the blasted hot-as-hades summer of ’10… so the writing was in place and i just sort of started dumping the MS junk here. i’ve fought to not let this become a blog about nothing but my MS… i mean really, who wants to sit around and read horribly sad and self-centered prose about my problems? ok, well maybe some do… and i suppose that having a blog is sort of being self-centered since, you know, i write about myself.
but what i have found out in the past 18 months is that what i’ve been writing has been well received… much more than i would’ve thought. i don’t think of myself as an advocate, a health writer, an inspiration, or any of those other sorts of things. heck, i rarely even edit what i’ve written… i’m sure that shows ha! i don’t really sit down with a topic in mind most of the time… what i do is just start typing and see what happens… no real format to what i’m doing here…
so basically, i write because it saves me. it gives me an outlet to say what i need to, try to make some sense out of what’s going on in my noggin, and maybe gain a bit o’ perspective… i don’t know how well it’s working…. what i do know is that i’m addicted and i want you all to read… i want comments and interaction… i want praise and glory haha not really… i’m just being an ass…
i’ve thought of doing a site that’s dedicated strictly to ms and the research and the bullshit that they shove down our throats in an effort to perpetuate some sort of hope in all of us sicklings… but i really don’t think that would be much fun. in fact, i think i would really become quite resentful and angry… and i don’t want to feel like that…
so to summarize things- i write because it’s fun, because i have found some folks that i really like, and because it helps me to keep all my marbles polished and shiny… okay… well at least the marbles i have left are polished and shiny
