Hey! I'm not dead, and all that stuff people usually say when they suddenly reappear on dA!
A lot of things have changed since I last posted here. A very, very happy chapter of my life is over now. I won't go into the details of how or why here. There's been a lot of grief, and plenty of guilt, that's come with that ending, though. But, life moves on, whether I want it to or not. I can only count that as a blessing.
For the actual point of the post, though: I originally wrote this on my Facebook page, then decided it was too long and too candid for someone to see just glancing through their news feed. I've pretty much made this page my blog in the past, though, so I figured it'd be much more fitting to put it here.
Here's what I wrote:
Alright, I've finally caved and given up an old childhood prejudice.
It used to be that when I wrote about myself, I would talk about events and cool things
I'd learned or discovered. I'd occasionally touch on emotions, but I made sure that they weren't the focus of my writing. My writings were my "Journal". They were NOT a diary. Diaries, I believed, were for girls, and guys a little too in-touch with their feminine side.
That belief changed tonight, with this discovery: When you're at you're lowest, writing down your feelings in a place that no one else will read, and that you'll probably never want to return to, really, really helps. Having to express exactly what you're feeling helps you figure out just what it is you're feeling. It makes you confront the way you're thinking about things, and either accept it, or change it. And when God breaks in in the middle of your writing, you tend to end up with a surprisingly different perspective on things.
So my old prejudice -- that keeping a diary is for girls and sissies -- is gone.
My diary will never show up here, but hey: it inspired me to write something here again, even if it is just my 1 AM ramblings.