A little more than a week ago, I wrote this post. It was a Sunday night and I had just found some things that brought past events rushing back. And I sat at my computer blogging and sobbing, sobbing and blogging. There was nothing about it that felt “brave.”
Then, the post got Freshly Pressed and my blog got 6,200+ views and more than 200 comments (on a number of posts) in three days
It also led to some discussions with friends via e-mail and Facebook. Difficult discussions. Necessary discussions.
A common theme in the comments on several of my posts and in the discussions I was having with friends was bravery.
Although, I felt weak and afraid, people kept telling me how brave I am for having written that post. For having vomited my feelings all over my blog (apologies for the visual), they said I am brave. For opening myself to difficult and necessary discussions, they said I am brave.
Maybe I am brave.
I’m going to start walking around like I’m brave.