Thursday, January 27, 2011

Bitter Glasses and Reflections of Yourself

I have heard tale of "people" finding my blog negative and depressed and how can that not rub off and affect my children. Of course they are having trouble - because, after all, look at their mother who struggles and bitches and complains. Is clearly depressed beyond measure.

Interesting.

Blogging, for me, is like a counseling session when I need it. I can dump all my "stuff" here and leave it. How someone else picks it up and reads whatever they want into it isn't my responsibility. Usually, I can dump and run. Dump stuff, get it out and move on with being a good parent to my amazing kids as I work to find my way. I find it very therapeutic but, how "someone" chooses to add tones and whatnot into it is not my responsibility.

I've been trying to figure out how to get that across and then, today, I read Hollywood Farm Girl's blog (Tammy who used to be married to Melissa Etheridge and who is no longer and instead a single parent to twins with no support from her former partner) and I saw exactly what I needed.

Bitter Glasses
Reflection of Yourself

I think her posting is perfect.

A Typical American Life.

6 comments:

Tribe Mama said...

I can relate to the dump and run, I do the same thing. Just keep hanging on, do your best and keep your eye on what is important (as you have been) and ignore anyone who takes your words on your blog to be a representation of your life as a whole :)

Anonymous said...

Wow! "People" should suck eggs.

You just got divorced, you are under tremendous financial stress, you have not been able to find a job and now people are saying you should pretend to be Mary Poppins 24/7? And have no outlets?

Let me guess - have any of those "people" offered you any help at all? Guessing "no".

Keep on keeping on,
Jenn

Tanya said...

Oh screw them. You're not bringing your children into it and you're not going to them for comfort. You're using other outlets to get things off your chest, and that is healthy. What does someone expect you to do, hold it all inside and until one day you can't take it anymore and you explode? How is writing here any different then talking to a friend or like you say, going to a therapist. We all have our ways of dealing with stress. Not everyone can be fake and cheery 100% of the time.

MTV said...

I'm not sure if I've ever commented before or not but I read your blog everyday!! You are one amazing mom if I do say so myself!! Heck we all go through periods of time where we are less than happy, it's called the game of LIFE!!! I don't feel our blog is depressing at all, you simiply share your feelings and life events!! I've just gotten back to blogging and in my profile I wrote "if you don't like what I say or think or write click that square in upper right hand corner because it's my blog not yours!!!! If you get a chance stop on over at my blog!!!
Marie

MTV said...

I'm not sure if I've ever commented before or not but I read your blog everyday!! You are one amazing mom if I do say so myself!! Heck we all go through periods of time where we are less than happy, it's called the game of LIFE!!! I don't feel our blog is depressing at all, you simiply share your feelings and life events!! I've just gotten back to blogging and in my profile I wrote "if you don't like what I say or think or write click that square in upper right hand corner because it's my blog not yours!!!! If you get a chance stop on over at my blog!!!
Marie

Anonymous said...

I am a long time reader, and I don't find you depressing at all. Is every post cheery? No, but every day isn't cheery either. I find you refreshingly real. You will have kind of a "sad" post, then you'll post about some fun weekend with the kids. You are absolutely right that anyone that finds you "depressing" is just projecting their own view on to your blog. Given the crap you have had to sort through over the last year or so, you are amazingly upbeat. You are the epitome of how to meet challenges face on and keep going. I am looking forward to your future posts.