Reader Appreciation Day

Ok, so first off, let me thank the women at The Other Mother for their wonderful idea in thanking you, our loyal readers, for caring enough (or being curious enough) to hop over to our blogs and read up on all the big and little things we all have to say.

First, I want to thank everyone who has kept on reading this blog despite (although you were forewarned by the blog title name) all the ranting, despite all my grumbling and groaning, and despite the gloomy mood I may be in sometimes. I mentioned a while back this blog is like my therapy, and in a sense is very private to me (hardly anyone I know IRL has it), but I feel comfortable to share it with all of you, since you share part of your lives with us as well.

I sometimes feel like we're all some sort of family (although I'm sure some of you may find that silly), and that we're all connected through our blogs somehow.

Thank you

Thank you for letting me share in your joys, sorrows, prides and joys with you, and for coming here and sharing in mine as well. Thank you for sharing this space with me, and for letting me share in yours.

Oscar night

In honor of tonight's event, I'm going to partially use this post to give a "thank you" speech...

Thank you to all of those that inspired me to start my own blog, because it has helped me very much, it has been my therapy and my way to stay sane while everything around me is maddening.

Thank you to all of you that are still reading this blog, despite the fact that the posts go on and on and on and on and on and on and on and... you get the drift.

Thank you to all of those that take enough time to leave a comments, believe me, your input is greatly appreciated and very much welcome. I enjoy knowing that there are people out there that take that moment of their time to let me know that my ramblings don't fall on deaf ears, that at least I resonate with someone else's experience.

Frankly, I was doing really bad before I started this thing. My anxieties had started back up again, I was lashing out at everyone and anyone for ANY reason, I was starting to become depressed a lot again... I was basically spiraling to another breakdown, in a nutshell.

This may or may not have been caused by my hormonal problems, but there you have it. I was about to crack once more.

Writing this blog has reminded me of how I used to write as a teenager to vent all my frustrations and that that is how I managed to survive all that time without having to take medication. Writing is sort of my therapy, the glue that holds me together, and for one reason or another, I had stopped doing it like 8 years ago or so, and it had caused a buildup inside of me that had made me pop more than once.

Both times were not pretty. Both are things I'd rather forget. But as they say, "She who does not know the past is bound to repeat it" (or something to the effect) so as painful as those memories are, I hold on to them in the hope that I will not let myself get to the point where I was when they happened.

Tomorrow, I will recount the first of those breakdowns... You will be the judge whether I am totally nuts or not.