Repeat: Words
I am not writing my blog right now because I realized mid-August that it felt like a burden instead of a release. I am too sad, navigating the twins leaving for college. I scheduled these posts that day so the blog wouldn’t be empty, but I could pull back and use the time left with the twins. A cop-out, but forgive me. Having them go is really, really hard. I need mental space to feel what I am feeling, help the kids through the transition, and sit in the quiet for a moment on the other side.
We write them, setting them adrift in the great Internet ocean, tiny wobbling boats that we hope will reach a friendly shore. We have no idea where they go once we release them. All we know is that we once owned them and now they are out of sight, affecting the people who swim past them. All we can do is wait to hear back from a tiny voice in the distance telling us that they heard us. They understand.
I spent my morning telling a person how her words changed my life.
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I hear you. I understand.
Thank you for sharing your words. Your blog has helped so many people over the years. Going through infertility treatments sucked, and what helped me the most was connection with others going through the same thing, with the anonymity of the internet being a good thing, because it was too painful to discuss with the people around me. You built a wonderful, supportive community. I’ve lost touch or parted ways with most of the bloggers that I was close with at the time, or they stopped writing their blogs, but I am so thankful for the support we all shared.