I’ve always kept a journal. I remember as a teenager I had so many. I wonder what happened to them. I’m going to just assume my parents threw them out. I stopped having a written journal when my mom crossed the line and read it. That was unacceptable to me. I remember sitting in school at the computer trying to find somewhere to let my emotions spew. Along came word press. The best journal I could ever have.
My blog and I have had an on again off again relationship since I started blogging so many years ago. I’ve gone through several different word press blogs along with some other unknown blogs that I can’t even remember the name of.
This blog I started in December of 2012. I don’t remember where I was or what I was doing. I just remember the feeling of helplessness that had begun to consume my life. I was married, in a emotionless marriage, with a one year old and a heart full of pain. My husband wasn’t the man I thought he was and life was circling into a dark whole for me. I couldn’t afford anything let alone a divorce. In debt, and in sorrow I opened up Passionate Dreaming hoping to connect with others, meet new friends, and find a place I could write without judgement, harsh words, or pain.
Blogging has been such a great therapy for me. I have had the opportunity not only to expand my skills as a writer, but to connect with people all over the world. I think the connections is what I have been looking for all along.
So please feel free to make a friend and connect with me. Don’t pity the stories of my pain and suffering. Stand tall with me and lets journey together. ❤