What's going on.
Readers have asked me to write about Blogher, but I can't. I didn't have the BlogHer experience I wanted to have, and I can't pretend I did, and if I tried to relay my experience I don't think anyone would believe I was at the same conference as all those other amazing people who had such a great time. Because my experience had nothing to do with the conference, it had to do with me. There's something not right in here, and I don't know what the problem is.
What I know is that I'm filled with grief all the time, that I have tried the patience of my friends and family, that I have been less of a mother and wife than I want to be, that I'm terrified that I'm driving away the people I love, that I've barely eaten since I returned. I am sure anyone who saw me at BlogHer will be baffled by this post, because I do an excellent job of hiding in plain sight. But since then something has broken open, and I can't hide. Right now I wish more than anything I could take back the decision to go to this conference, take back the last few months, start over and give you whatever you're here looking for, the anecdote or joke or relief from your day that you probably expect, instead of this sopping mess who's struggling to compose these crappy paragraphs. Even writing this seems awful and self-indulgent, but if I can't be honest here and get this out I will never write here again. I'm barely hanging on, and I'm trying to make sense of what happened to me. Of what's still happening to me.
Please be patient with me as I try to get to the other side of this. I know I will, but getting there means wading through a stunning level of pain and I don't like it one bit.










July 24, 2008
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Take care of yourself and be well.
Everyone will be there when you reach the other side .... and you WILL reach the other side.
And you don't have to hide anything.
And I'm glad you went to SF, because I was glad to get to meet you.
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Thinking of you.
Don't worry about us. Well be back, when you're ready, and not just for The Funny.
I wish I could just grab you into the biggest hug I could possibly give, and then just hug you nonstop for like the next six months.
I wish I could say something funny or wise that would magically make the pain stop for you. Because if I knew what that was, I'd gladly say it over and over again until it worked.
Even though we've never met, I feel like you're my friend, because of your writing. And I'm sitting here with tears in my eyes, because my friend is in such pain and there's nothing I can do.
Please know that we (your readers, friends and family) love you, and we're here for you through the bad stuff as well as the funny anectdotes. We're not going anywhere. Be as honest as you need to be. Be as self-indulgent as you need to be (after all, this is ummm....YOUR website!)Just know there's a bunch of us out here who support you, love you and are rooting for you.
I hope that you're able to find comfort for what's troubling you, and I wish for you strength, solace, and joy.
Be gentle with your self.
As someone who is also under that fog (and worse) right now, I feel you, girl. Not exactly what you're feeling, of course, but miserable, and not myself, and hopeless, and broken (as you said), and so very, very wrong. I feel useless. I feel I'm dragging my family down. I feel sick of what I perceive as whining and moping and basically being a drop-out.
But I read your honesty and what I see as bravery (though you may not), and it's so clear from the outside that this is what life is dealing you right now, none of us can control that, you are doing an admirable job of wading through it, but in the end, there's no judgment for how anyone gets through this. You just do. You just survive. And you lick your wounds and wait to heal. And keep reminding yourself that you will heal.
We love you and you WILL NOT lose readers. People read blogs for honesty and genuineness and a connection. Laughs are great, but real life is not all giggles. And it's your real life that people come to read. Keep writing if it feels like it helps...don't when it doesn't. You'll get back to yourself.
Poor wording,, sorry: I meant under a fog and also under something worse than a fog.
Did NOT mean worse than YOUR fog. I hate when people compare who is suffering more than whom, so felt compelled to clarify lest you think I was off on a "You think YOU'VE got it bad..." misguided crusade.
you're so brave to share all this....too many of us know exactly how you feel right now....just know you're never alone in all that.....3 years have passed and i still wonder often who that baby of mine would have been......nothing has ever hurt so much
tons of good thoughts for you and your sweet little family....
I feel for you.
Sorrow takes all forms, we all do what we must to make it through.
Big hugs.
I understand the mire and how difficult it can be to simply exist at times. I am thinking of you and, corny and annoying as unwanted advice is, i really recommend flax oil and multivitamins.
Sorry bout that.