Not so long ago I was criticized for "putting my whole life out for the world to read.". This was not the first time I've been criticized or have had my own words thrown back and used against me.
I hesitated a lot before posting my last post. It's pretty personal information that I'm openly writing to whomever should stumble... or stalk... upon this blog.
I ultimately decided to post about our therapy/counseling because had it not been for this blog, and for my openness, I probably would never have gotten the advice and support and encouragement that I did in order to take that leap and seek out help.
In the past I have found it very therapeutic to blog about things that I'm dealing with... whether it be frustrations, disappointment, grief, etc. I have found so much unexpected support from readers near and far, and from people I never would have know to have the same issues I have.
I guess what it comes down to is that I am not ashamed of my life or of my struggles. I have nothing to hide, I'm proud of the way I live my life, and I have no reason to pretend my life is perfect. No ones life is perfect. I don't expect everyone to understand or to agree with my openness. But for me, I don't have skeletons in my closet and if I did... you'd probably see them through my glass house.
-- Post From My iPhone