Five Hundred Twenty Five Thousand Six Hundred Minutes
Happy Birthday Cry, Laugh Heal! Yup. It has actually been one whole year since Cry, Laugh Heal was launched as a blog and I really can't believe it.
How would I measure my first year of blogging?
and in support.
That's what blogging has meant to me. It has opened up a new world and that is exhilarating. Along with my son's help, I pushed myself to learn something new and I am so glad that I did. I made plenty of mistakes along the way and I'm sure I will make more next year. But the important thing is to keep moving forward!!
Since the day I wrote my first post, I have been pleasantly surprised by the numbers of readers from all parts of the world who log on to read Cry, Laugh, Heal. From Saudi Arabia to Lithuania and from Ireland to Nigeria, the power and reach of the internet is truly incredible and never ceases to surprise me.
I wasn't quite sure what blogging was all about but I did my research and googled around and found I liked the creativity and the immediacy. Most of the blogs I visited were about cooking, lifestyles, decorating, health or politics but not many blogs were set up to discuss what I wanted to write about: grief, resilience and rebuilding your life. These things I know from first hand experience. When my husband died eight years ago, our son was thirteen years old. I felt very alone in facing the future. By writing a blog, I hoped I could give back and help others by writing that it's okay to acknowledge your feelings whatever they may be. Ignoring or repressing your feelings only assures that they will last longer.
My life today is not the same life that I had when my husband was alive but I think I have carved out a solid life for myself and my son that is full of different kinds of love and adventure. It takes time but it is possible to make another life for yourself. It may not seem that way some days when you feel as though you have fallen off a cliff but then something can happen the next day and it can make you feel as though you have reached a place of healing.
Photo By Katie Quinn Davies
I was nervous about putting my thoughts and feelings out there in Cry, Laugh, Heal for the whole world wide web to read...or not. But I took a deep breath and decided it was time to put myself out there. I was a reporter many, many years ago and then later worked in communications. Currently, I edit a newsletter about grief and thought that blogging could take this subject to the next level.
It means so much to me that you take time out of your day to read Cry, Laugh Heal. Your support -- and the constant support of my wonderful son, Ryan, -- is energizing and has helped me write over 100 posts, more than I ever expected. I look forward to 2012 and cross my fingers that the number of my wonderful, fantastic, beautiful readers will continue to grow. All I can say is: