‘If you’re having a relapse, how come you have the energy to write about it?’
‘Don’t get it – if you can get to a keyboard, you can wash up.’
I expected this.
I had an in-depth conversation with my mum and one of my sisters last night about the same thing.
They understand that my outlet is blogging, writing, whatever you want to call it.
In short, there is no one else here. It’s just me.
So you guys, sorry, are my outlet.
Which is the beauty of social media. It’s called ‘social’ for a reason.
I remember so vividly how comforted I felt when I posted one of my blogs. I was in a bad way and the support came flooding back. I was not alone.
That’s the point.
This blog is my venting point, my working-out-my-emotions-point.
Yes, I still work. I work hard. And when I get home, it takes me at least three hours to recover. The Teenager will tell you the same thing.
I am exhausted. And alone. So, yes, I reach for the keyboard. And I don’t really think I should be judged for that?