Although I’ve only been writing this blog since Autumn last year, I started my last blog (fallenangel to yummy mummy) back in 2011 when Cameron was just a newborn. My blogs have always ended up more lifestyle than any other genre, and I do tend to be open about all areas of my life when I write.
Some people have questioned why I’m happy to share my life with anyone who cares to read about it, especially as I have two young children who are also featured fairly heavily in my posts. Although it’s impossible to ignore the dark side of the Internet, the people who are out there lurking in the shadows of cyberspace, I’ve never been one to let this stop me from using my freedom of speech. It doesn’t bother me that people, complete strangers, can read about my life and everything going on in it, if they click onto my little slice of the Internet.
I chose to blog, and continue to do so, because I enjoy writing and I enjoy sharing things with people. The most satisfying part of blogging, in my opinion, is when somebody reaches out to you, as a writer, and says that something you’ve written has helped them. Having depression, this is something that has happened in the past. By being open and honest about my low points, I have made a difference, however small.
When I was sexually assaulted back in 2009, it was a horrible time, but I came out the other side and I blogged about it. Writing to me is therapeutic. A lot of the best posts I’ve read by other bloggers is when they ramble a little, when you can tell they’ve just ‘put pen to paper’ and totally let you into their world. I love lifestyle blogs. I love the insight into honest, real people’s everyday lives. I find it fascinating.
So that is why I am happy to live under the spotlight (however small that spotlight may be). I enjoy it, I find it cathartic and I won’t be stopping anytime soon.