The whole point of creating this particular blog was to have a safe place to vent my thoughts, views, and feelings in an anonymous way. Some would say it is a cowardly to hid behind anonymity, but I say it is just a way to be more open.
For the first couple months of having this blog, I didn’t post a picture of myself. I didn’t want anyone to know who I was [just in case], but then I added one, because I wanted people to have a face to go with my words. I wanted to take credit in a way.
This blog holds thoughts and feelings that belong to me. This blog holds information that I haven’t told anyone that I actually know. This blog holds me together sometimes. This blog holds the people that remind me that I am not alone. This blog holds so much more than just posts from a ranting twenty-something.
Well, today, one of my family members found my blog. I felt defeated, like I can’t do or say or feel anything without someone who actually knows me finding out. Now I am a bit fearful. I am frustrated, because I am so proud of my blog and of all the ways I was able to open up, but now I feel closed off, because I don’t want someone who knows me to go rifling through my inner thoughts. To share what they find with others who are close to me.
I just feel like it is obvious that this blog is supposed to be anonymous and they took that away from me. I don’t even post my name. If I wanted this blog to be read by people who know me, then I would post it to Facebook and Instagram, but I don’t.
I don’t want to have to delete this blog, because I love the stories and thoughts and feelings that I have shared, but I love the people that I have encountered as well. But now I don’t know what to do, because the whole point was based on anonymity.
❤ a girl