Even (really popular) Cowgirls get the Blues
Just West of Crunchy is a blog I follow. Grounded, insightful, human, and loved by 6563 (that’s only Facebook & Twitter). A husband and wife team with what seems to be a tight knit community of mamas, papas, and inbetweeners. They talk about breastfeeding, attachment parenting, good eats, the occasional glass of wine (or three), gentle discipline, bed-sharing, cussing…all stuff I love (much to the chagrin of my well-intentioned but more conservative grandmother).
The female half of the operation, Amy, also knows about The Dark. She’s written about her struggle when she was temple deep in the muck and recently written again about her slow climb out of it. She linked to some pretty spot-on posts over at Hyperbole and a Half that made me smile/weep. Mostly, Amy spoke to me and for me. Her eloquence and honesty left me breathless and shaking. She said the things I wish I could say. I’m not there yet, partly because I’m new at blogging and am still finding my voice, but also because talking about The Dark is still not easy for me.
Blogging about depression (or any given mental health issue) is not new. What struck me is that the blog, this writer, loved by thousands, very much in the public eye ~ by all standards, popular, talked about it. It made me feel more normal. More a part of the “real” world. More like I too, deserve a place among “ordinary” people.
So, many thanks to Amy, Just West of Crunchy, and her supportive following.
Today, right now, I feel like I can do this.