I was a member of Baby Centre a good few years before I plucked up the courage to write a journal, but when I finally did I found it quite therapeutic. A few months later a friend said they were thinking of starting a blog focussing on their passion for food, sourcing it, cooking it, eating it… This got me thinking, maybe I would start a blog too, not because I had a passion like theirs but because I had a lot to say on a certain subject that has ruled my life for over 6 years now. The fact I’ve always liked writing is just a bonus. I should have listened to my parents all those years ago and studied journalism… hindsight’s a marvellous thing.
I created my blog. As I typed out my first post, everything that’d been whirring round my mind for years came flowing out. The hurt, the anger, the frustration, and the all too few joyous moments on this journey. I sometimes forget I’ve only been blogging a few months, it feels like I’ve been doing it for years. I couldn’t imagine not blogging now, it’s my therapy.