Sounds of Silence

Anonymous.  Remember the days?  Back when no one even really knew for sure what a blog was, let alone that you might have one.  When you watched your statistics and hoped for more and more readers.  Then...

Then, you realized people you knew read your blog.  Your friends, your family, maybe even your employer...

Slowly, that's silencing me.

Do I write about a difficulty with work?  Not a good idea.

Do I write about what it's like to watch my parents getting older?  How painful it is?  How much it scares me?  How much I'm not ready to lose them?

Do I write about Mark's work situation?  I know, I have in the past, probably too much.  It no longer seems wise, if indeed it ever was.

Do I write about how Rebekah just left, and I miss her already and I'm grieving that I know our days of having her here are numbered and I don't know how to handle that? 

Do I write about something between Mark and I? 

My writing can no longer be about me or for me and I don't really know how to deal with that.  There are lots of things I'm struggling with, I just don't feel comfortable sharing them here anymore.  Unfortunately, some of the most supportive friendships I have in my life are with my online friends, so that leaves me in a difficult, dark, silent spot.  I'm guessing by the lack of updating on a lot of your blogs a lot of you are going through a similar situation. 

So...I'm here.  I'm mostly all right.  Dealing with things that are difficult to talk about, especially where they can be read by others involved.  I'm not sure what the answer is.  I just wanted to take a minute to say what's going on...