There is the fashion blogger, the gossip blogger, the food blogger, the travel blogger, the style blogger. The celebrity blogger, even maternity blogger. But what kind of blogger am I? I found myself thinking this the other day as I was flipping through a Glamour mag and there were several guest columnists from fashion bloggers. What would I have to offer a beauty or fashion magazine if I was to appear as a guest writer? What would I say if someone was to ask me "So what kind of blogger are you"? I honestly don't know what to say at all because I don't blog on one particular topic or category. I blog about whatever comes to my mind. So I am still racking my brain as to what kind of blogger I should describe myself to be.
Speaking of describing self, until recently I found myself trying to change certainly pieces of my personality and feeling frustrated when I caught myself acting the same way. I found myself waking up in the middle of the night praying and crying out to God because I just wanted to change the real me into something that wasn't me. I found myself feeling inwardly ashamed of the fact that I have post-traumatic stress disorder, and that I have to take medication to stabilize it. After praying, the next morning when I woke up I felt refreshed, and free. On my heart I felt the imprints of not caring about who couldn't accept my natural personality. The fact that I am funny, I love to laugh, I don't take life too seriously because I know we only live once. My feisty personality, my love of helping people, if something is bothering me or someone else I speak out about it. I no longer felt ashamed of my PTSD and I no longer feel that I am psychotic because I take medication. I feel great just being me.
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