Mine's not an unfamiliar story. I was a new mother with postnatal depression reaching out to an online community when I felt too fragile to connect with the real world around me. Writing little. lovely. helped me focus on the pretty things in life. The small details in the every day that were beautiful, worth noticing and appreciating when I was struggling.
I came to a point where I thought that I needed to stop blogging in order to prove I was better.
But during the months where I didn't blog, I missed the friends I'd met online who did and didn't know me. I wondered how they were, what they were doing, where they had been and how much their children had grown.
I had started to appreciate the beauty in the real world but realised I needed the beauty of the online world just as much.
Mummy bloggers were born before the birth of the internet and most of us still feel like we need to take a connection into real life to make it count. But I've realised that this type of connection is the same regardless of whether they're made over a keyboard or coffee.
Beth from Baby Mac wrote this eloquent post on the radical nature of what we do in this wonderful little online world we've created.
One thing I know for sure is in a year's time I'll be proud of the small contribution I've made. And in Beth's words "I wouldn't change a motherfucking thing about it along the way."