Writing is where I find comfort. It always has been and I really don't understand why I try to think otherwise. It's been far too long that I've been away from my dear 'Mommyhood,' and I have tried a plethora of odd sorts to remedy my stress and anxiety but have never quite been able to shirk this unsettled feeling inside of me.
I'm sure it's because I miss writing.
Some people drink, some people smoke, some people do other self-soothing and, more often than not, self-destructive things, but me? I write. It just makes me feel better, plain and simple. Don't get me wrong, I overindulge in just about every vice I can get my hands on, but writing is the only thing that actually eases my soul and makes me feel somewhat accomplished.
I don’t even know if people still blog anymore. I first saw the fate of ‘Mommyhood’ decline with the emergence of MySpace then Facebook. Ah, Facebook. I love me some Facebook. The bug of microblogging interlaced with the ease of photo uploading and the access to hundreds of my closest family and friends killed ‘Mommyhood’ for good. God help us all that I still haven’t deemed myself interesting enough to jump into the pool of Twitter. Seriously, the world just isn’t ready. Not even close.
I miss ‘Mommyhood.’ It opened with the birth of my first child, chronicled the pregnancy and birth of my second and closed for good with the birth of my number three. There is so much that I lost that day when I decided not to renew the site. All of the pictures, stories, memories and random letters were gone in an instant. I still feel a lump grow in my chest thinking about it.
But, ‘do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment.’ And so I am here, once again, sharing my story with the world because sometimes 420 characters just isn’t enough.
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