Thoughts About My Blog & It’s Evolvement.

Comment on the post “Open For Suggestions” –

Ashley L. Peterson – I’m drawing a bit of a blank, but maybe something about how blogging has evolved for you over the years, and what’s changed or stayed the same?

This post was inspired by the afore comment.

I started this blog after a session of being admitted to the Mental Health Ward here in the city where I live. Every day there was two group sessions. In one session the topic was about “journaling”. It pique my interest and I began to think about it. One suggestion was to write your feelings and if you didn’t want anyone to read it, just tear it up. Others thought they would keep a personal diary or journal. I decided after being discharged I would look into blogging.

So, now I needed a subject to write about, I decided on the topic I knew best, The Bible. My posts were spotty at best. I had no real discipline in posting. Sometimes it would be months before I would post anything. I knew very little about “categories” and “tags”

Somewhere in time I began to think about writing my struggles with my mental health difficulties. I began to talk about my attempted suicide back in the early nineties. I was hospitalized for a week and to be truthful I don’t remember much about that period. Only one thing has remained from that week. It was a movie they had us watch, “Groundhog Day”. To this day it still does not make much sense of the why of watching it.

As I started to write about my experience with depression, then later, the diagnosis of being bi-polar, I realized it was a source of inner acceptance. My writing was very cathartic.

I wrote from my personal experience, but with the thought that, if I was going through this there may also be someone going through a similar experience. I hoped that readers would find that “they are not alone“, they did not have to suffer in silence.

The WordPress Community became to me like an extended family. Family, that shared some common life’s battles, battles in reaching for better mental health.

For this year and going forward, I am not sure what my blog will look like. At times I think it needs a makeover, then there are other times I feel it needs to be more well rounded. I do not hold a degree when it comes to medicine, psychiatry, or sociology.

I would like to go back and have some guest bloggers write for me. I have been giving a thought of borrowing an idea from Ashley L. Peterson(I hope this where I saw this) and shine some light on new bloggers. It would have to come from suggestions by other bloggers.

So dear reader I have given a brief history, my present situation, and the future of where I would like to go with my blog.

Thank you Ashley L. Peterson for your suggestion!

Oh I Wonder, Wonder, Wonder…


Do not brood over your past mistakes and failures as this will only fill your mind with grief, regret and depression. Do not repeat them in the future. Swami Sivananda
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Every once in awhile I find myself wondering how different my life would been like if I hadn’t made some of the mistakes throughout life.  Some mistakes I guess is just part of growing up, curiosity, exploration, yet why did I not ask for advice from my parents, teachers, or a friend.

I doubt very much that not many people find their grade eight teacher knocking at their door. Well for me this was true.  We were just starting to supper when the knock came.  He wanted to talk with my mother, meanwhile I am trying to think if I did something stupid that day in school.  He gave some suggestions for my mother to help me after graduating high school.  He wanted my mother to encourage me to pursue becoming a lawyer because he believed I was intelligent enough.  Well, I never followed that path!

Then there is the day I made the decision to hop on the back of a motorcycle.  We both worked at the same factory, both had doctors appointments the same day, both lived in the same small town.  Well, it was a beautiful summer day, no clouds, just a nice breeze.  We were travelling on Highway 401 in Ontario just outside the city of London.  I do not know where the driver’s thought were, but obliviously it wasn’t on the road ahead of him. He ran into the back of a car, the jolt sent me flying landing on my buttocks.  The results were, after x-rays in the emergency department , I had ripped everything away from my spine.  I have not ridden on a motorbike since then.  So, every time my back is feeling unbearable pain, I kick myself for riding on that bike.

I probably could go on and on thinking about my life step by step.  The only thing that would come of it is a major pity trip.  A pity party on the way to depression valley.

So dear reader, make yourself a note, when you are in your senior years take some advice from this soon-to- be senior.  Do not allow yourself to wonder, wonder, wonder!