I’m about to let you in on a little blogging secret. Sometimes, when bloggers are at their funniest, it is when they are experiencing their greatest pain.
See, I write because it’s a great outlet. A great stress-reliever. It helps me screw my head on the proper way and get stuff done. And some of you are thinking, “Duh. Me, too.” Rocket science, right?
But what you may not know is that when I write and I’m high-lariously funny? I’m usually hurting really, really badly. Like, super-duper pain, deep down in my soul. The snarkier and funnier it is the more I’d rather be in bed with covers over my head pretending the day isn’t happening.
Turns out writing is therapeutic.
The past year or so there have been tons of changes in my life. Sick and dying parents, children with mental health crises, family members and good friends experiencing more than their fair share of pain and sorrow? It’s enough to make anyone break down. And believe me, I have my share of good, snotty, ugly, cathartic cries.
Crying is also very therapeutic.
But why do I blog? Well, I’m going to tell you, because I’m awesome like that:
Aren’t you glad you asked? Why do you blog?