Why Do We Bare Our Souls. 

Writing a blog is something that fascinates me. Why? You may ask. Well lots of people like to write about their hobbies or interests or their children, and that’s just brilliant that they want to share their passions with us all.

There is another side of blogging that really fascinates me though. It’s how many of us, including myself, that bare our souls and delve deep into our past and tell the world of some of the most tough, difficult times that life has dealt us.

I cannot say why other people do it, but I can say why I do. Prior to me becoming a blogger I used to have a filing cabinet in my brain, actually many filing cabinets, and this is where I would store my memories, which could be  good, bad or indifferent and some of those memories I just wanted to forget completely. Unfortunately all memories cannot be locked away forever. They are there floating around in a never ending circle just waiting to pop into your thoughts.

If they were good memories I was able to access them and think about the good and happy times with a smile on my face. That was always the easy one.

The indifferent memories just float around my mind occasionally coming to the front and maybe give me a smile or not, but these memories are of little consequence so it didn’t matter what happened to them. They were just there.

Then there was memories of difficulties and sadness in my life. The difficult childhood I had. Divorce, drinking and depression, but this is where I thought I had it sorted it. They were in the filing cabinet that was locked in my mind, put away never to be brought out. That filing cabinet had a padlock on it. The only problem with this of course was that no matter how hard you try to bury the bad memories they come at you when you least expect it. When you are feeling vulnerable and not particularly happy, it’s a natural human instinct to think of the bad times in your life.

Starting my blog two years ago, one of my main objectives was to write about some of the bad things that have happened in my life. It was to try and find a sort of closure on some issues that had haunted me for far too many years. The time had come to lay a lot of ghosts to rest.

What concerned me about writing such personal posts about myself was did I really want everybody to know my business and whether anybody is actually interested. The truth is though, I was writing for myself.

This reason I write posts that sometimes delve deep into my memories is a form of therapy. Blogging has given me the opportunity to maybe not remove the bad memories, but at least understand and come to terms with them and not leave them locked away to rear their ugly heads when I least expect them.

This is the reason why I write personal posts about myself. It’s to help me and if somebody can identify with them and gain any help from them in their own lives, that gives me a lot of  happiness.

I would love to know why if you write personal posts about your life on your blog?