Why hello there… and welcome to Craughing.
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What is Craughing?
Ever had one of those days where you couldn’t stop laughing? Then you laughed so hard it turned into crying? And you were still laughing? That my friends is called a Craughing moment. Or perhaps you had an awful day? Cried most of the day and then found something that tickled that happy spot in your heart and you started laughing? And you were still crying? Yes, another Craughing moment!
Now about me:
Somewhere along the way, I lost my voice and my reason for blogging in the first place. In a vast internet saturated with blogs of all types, I chose to try fitting in instead of telling the actual story of who I am, and where I have been. I lost sight of my audience, you dear Craughers, and quieted my voice enough to become placid and predictable. I began caring more about what people would think, or do think, of me and my words than actually being real. Not to say my blog posts are not real, because they are, but I have found in the last year that I have deleted more of my writing than ever before, always stifling my voice to not rock the boat, to not stand out too much, to be accepted amongst my blog peers.
I do not want to be that blogger you choose to read that is always depressing, always has a sad story to tell. I have struggled with the thoughts that perhaps someone would not be able to see the gratitude in my words. I have let fear dominate the words I chose to share, and that is not fair. That is not fair to the core of who I am, or the readers that chose to be a part of my story. I have had great sadness in my life, but I have also overcome some of the hardest parts of living. I have a story to tell that is not always filled with gratitude, or even sunshine, but it is still my story, and I believe that there is at least one person reading this blog that wants to hear it, needs to hear it, if not for their own sanity, or a little piece of hope.
I am a survivor of a broken world, of broken people, of a broken self. I have stood in the depths of dark despair and questioned every ounce of whom I am, and I chose to live. I lost more in two years time than most lose in a lifetime, and I am still here to tell that story. To offer some sort of comfort to those that have faced, or do face the same shattering.
I am me. As simple and as complicated as that is, and these are my Craughing moments.