I was looking over the posts on this blog today and I seriously cannot believe I’ve allowed myself this level of vulnerability and openness on a public blog, one which complete strangers read. I suppose there’s some protection in anonymity (I do not use my real name on either of my blogs) but some of the things I’ve written about here are so deeply personal and painful they’re even hard for me to talk about with my therapist. I think this is progress. My therapist thinks so too.
It gets easier all the time to be this candid, and I find that most people appreciate my willingness to be vulnerable on this blog, and evidently it’s helping them too. That makes it all worth it. There’s no shame in being open and honest about your emotions. Although I was terrified at first to “run naked in public,” and set many posts to private and sometimes deleted them altogether, eventually I gained more courage and now it’s actually easy for me to do this and I’ve not once regretted it.
Also, being this open and vulnerable here has been therapeutic for me, and everyone here has been a part of that and I appreciate all of you.
I’m slightly more careful what I talk about on Lucky Otter’s Haven, since it covers a number of topics unrelated to psychology, trauma, abuse, or personality disorders and has a much wider audience.