Maybe it’s exhaustion. Maybe it’s what’s been on my mind. Maybe it’s time to make a change.
I’ve been pretty distant from the blogging world this week and it’s for three reasons:
- Even though I’ve been back home, I have been going non-stop. I haven’t had very much time to sit down and write outside of trying to get my home life back in order. Being on the road for 7 weeks has really put me behind in some areas.
- I haven’t had much to say, honestly. I always hear that quality outweighs quantity and it’s something that I believe. I fall into the trap of “drive those stats” by posting every day far too often. To the point that sometimes quality suffers and so does everything else, not even in a blogging sense. I find my contentment in my production value waning and I don’t feel as though many get much out of stat-driven posts.
- I’ve been thinking about the direction of Confessions lately and I believe it’s time to make a healthy change.
Many of you know the history of this blog. It began out of a desire to create a refuge for those hurting. A place that you and I can come and find rest. Somewhere that we could go to find a community of people who suffer and think alike. It’s been amazing watching that community grow over these last few years. I’m incredibly grateful for the friendships I’ve made here and wouldn’t trade you for the world.
Confessions was also started as a place where stories are shared. Over the last few years, I’ve spent a great deal of time telling my side of things. I hope that you’ve gotten to know my soul well and that my testimony of what God has done has been hopeful for you. While I have indubitably succeeded in casting my voice, I have equally failed in projecting yours.
I spent the evening camping outside in 40° weather while drifting in and out of sleep. As miserable as the cold was, I found it peaceful to be in God’s creation under the stars. I woke up early this morning, with a little more than two hours of sleep, and attended a Suicide Awareness walk put on by the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention.
I didn’t expect it to be as hard as it was.
I had never been surrounded by so many people whose lives had been marred by the horrendous touch of suicide. I’ve never felt more comforted and sorrowful at the same time.
On one hand, I was reminded that I was truly not alone in my struggle. On the other, I realized that I was truly not alone in my struggle.
Disastrous dichotomy, it seems.
I say that because I firmly believe that even one person suffering from depression and suicide is one more than necessary; yet, here I was surrounded by people, like me, who had either lost someone to suicide or had gone through it themselves. We
Walking the two miles in relative silence brought to mind many questions. It brought tears to my eyes as I remembered my friend. It brings pain to my heart to know that much more are suffering right now as I write. It brought questions to mind but one, in particular, ran circles around me…
What can I really do to bring change?
The answer to that question had been growing in my head in the recent week and it was solidified by wearing the suicide awareness apparel and feeling the pain burn through my legs.
Tell their stories.
Give them a place to speak.
Give them a place to be heard.
You see, the aspect that I had forgotten was that Confessions isn’t really about me. What good is it if only one person speaks? My experience is limited. My scope is short-sighted. My experience doesn’t measure up to some of yours. Plus, what good is hearing the same tale over and over?
My heart is for you all. I want you to be able to share your experiences. I want you to be able to tell your story. I want you to feel heard, loved, and accepted. So that’s what I’m going to try and give you;
A place to be heard, loved and accepted.
I’ve begun coming up with a list of people who I know personally with stories that would encourage you but, seeing as to how I don’t know a lot of you, I need you to let me know that you want to be heard. You can comment down below indicating your interest and I will take it from there.
It doesn’t matter what story you have or what little value you may think it offers. I want it. The world needs it. I want them raw. I want them honest. I want you to feel like you’re confessing and releasing a weight off of your shoulders.
On top of regularly offering these stories, I want to have a shared collection of educational articles on mental health. This has been a constant work of mine but I do wish to continue growing it. I will also continue writing my Midweek Motivator posts. These have been encouraging for me to write and I hope they will continue being so for you.
I can’t stress this enough. If you want your story told, reach out to me. Comment down below, click on one of the social media links to the right or email me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
The time has come to shed the light on Mental Illnesses and one man cannot do it alone. Let’s get to writing, my friends.
You are loved.
You are valued.
You are welcome here.