Yesterday was the anniversary of my decision to step back from the blog, a reflection of my realisation/admittance that things weren't good on the mental health front.
It's been a rollercoaster year.
I wondered if it may become a permanent thing but think I'm just too connected to the written word for that to ever happen. Still, it took over 10 months for me to be in a fit state to post. And it has altered (probably for good) my approach to blogging and what I should use it for.
Whether consciously or subconsciously (perhaps both) I don't feel any pressure to post, which can only be a good thing. I make notes on a regular basis - even if just a few words - but the inclination to share is greatly tempered.
I became disillusioned with the banal exhibitionism of social media long before I killed my accounts but blogging, ironically, became a proxy, a surrogate to suckle at the breast of instead of being a means to wean myself away from that mindset.
Now, I will only post when there's something to say, when it's something worth saying.