October 11

One week ago, I wrote a post in which I reported being tired...

and sad.

I also said I was okay, because I knew I would be eventually, but in that moment, I really was not.

The response to that post - which also marked a significant anniversary - was... underwhelming.

I get it. We're all going through things. We're all tired. 

Still, that was really... underwhelming.

When I'm in a good place, I don't need feedback. I enjoy writing, and the work is its own reward. I like sharing pictures and stories with my friends and giving back to the community which has been such an important part of my life.

Things feel different when I'm down. 

They feel really, really, really different.

When the effort to reward ratio tipped too much in the wrong direction, I put my blog on hiatus.

Within a day, I'd received a lot of messages from people wanting to restore their blog permissions. 

Not one single person asked if I was okay.

It's fine.

I'm fine.

Well, maybe not right now, but I will be. Eventually.