My blog is kind of like my kid’s toy box. Legos, dinky cars, an army dude head, and I think what I found in there the other day was a piece of Pop Tart.
There might even be an illegal immigrant in there.
I don’t trust this kid.
I don’t really think that I have a particular niche when it comes to writing and I like it that way. Parenting, being married to someone who is a mouth breather at night, mental illness, the state of my husband’s boxers, and my eyebrows, etc. I can write whatever and you still show up for my shit show. I believe that because of this, I have a well diverse group of readers who are clearly more awesome than others.
I am very thankful of that.
When I write about the tough stuff such as my battle with bipolar disorder, you don’t run. You support me every step of the way. I would like to hone in on those of you who have not experienced a mental illness before. Even though you may not be able to understand, your willingness to learn about my illness astounds me. In turn, you’re getting a better understanding of us as individuals who stand IN FRONT of an illness.