Many times in the past I’ve complained about bloggers disappearing… We connected to each other and became friends and community because we all have abandonment issues. So when a blogger disappears, it triggers us deep inside.
I vaguely remember writing a post about how if I went away, it didn’t mean I killed myself. In truth, I did go away because I was sad. Even writing a little post became too much because of my perfectionist attitudes. And then I get where there’s so much I want to say that it’s overwhelming and I feel like I have to assign 15 hours to get the writing done. It’s a cycle of… what?… self-abusive thought, I guess. I can tell you one thing for sure, that is definitely stems from the way I was raised. Unreasonable expectations placed upon a gifted child.
Today I just want to say thank you to one of our community members who noticed I was missing. That was so sweet. And I think I can do this again.