Keep it real

I’ve been thinking long and hard about whether I should make this blog private.

Usually we don’t like to show others our weak side, our dark sides. We prefer, especially in this social media world we live in now, to show only our good sides, only that which flatter us. It boosts our ego. It makes us look good.

I want to keep it real.

Life’s not a bed of roses for me. I live with depression, and while I can usually manage it fine, there are times when it takes over.

The past few weeks have been especially dark for me. I’ve written about the thoughts that have been swirling. I write as a way to express them. It doesn’t mean I believe everything I think. I’ve long learned that not everything I think is true.

But it’s better for it to be out there, then swirling and spiralling inside my head.

I want to keep it real.

I don’t want people to take me for a role model, to emulate only the good parts of my life while struggling with their own dark sides. I’m not perfect. You’re not perfect. No one is.

So I’ll keep writing. I’ll keep it real. And I’ll keep writing because if I don’t write, I’ll implode.

Above all, I’m writing for myself. I need to keep it real.