I suppose the early phases of blogging and journals is an investigative process. I can relate to so many. I would suppose it's because of my age and the fact that I've survived five decades. I can relate to the different stages of life that females pass through and the fears, worries and heartbreaks; along with the great joy.
Now that I'm 50...well, not exactly...I'll be 52 on Nov. 9th, I've reached sort of a plateau of content. I don't beat myself over the head with a club anymore...why do it? There are so many others out there who are chomping at the bit to do it for you.
Many years ago, I suffered from clinical depression. What a nightmare! But I am living proof that no one needs to suffer from it forever. Anti-depressants are a God send but there is also an element of self will to keep clawing your way out of the black hole. How many times I neared the top to fall halfway down again. The positive note is that once I made it out of the hole, I rarely fell back in. If I did, it was never that deep.
I passed that "nasty" gene on to my son. He was 12 when it hit. He is now 22 and been in remission for four years. What fortitude he had to keep clawing.
Well, I guess I sort of got off topic from my original title. My point, though, is that so many of us suffer from many of the same joys, heartbreaks, experiences. We all have things in our life that we have to claw our way through. From the reading of several journals so far, that is becoming even more apparent to me.