Kina created this award a while ago to honour the kinds of blogs she was reading, which offered a variety of styles and content, and spoke to her at a heart and soul level, those where the authors are taking a huge risk by sharing “their rawest, deepest, darkest, and most painful struggles and allowing the rest of us a chance to see what lies beneath. These are courageous people who are basically confessing their truest sense of self, whatever that means for them”.
To be included in those who have received this award is a great honour. Since I published my book three years ago, and my story became pretty much public knowledge, I have somehow tended to put aside the fact that what I share in my writing is pretty personal. It just is, for me and while there are obviously things I don’t share, particularly to protect other people, I strongly believe that being open and honest is my way of contributing towards getting mental illness spoken about in a more open way. It’s not right for everyone and I completely respect, that but it is right for me.
There are two pictures which go with this award, and I love them both so you get to see them both. There are also no requirements of things I must do or say. I like these ones. ;-)
Thank you so much Kina for firstly creating this wonderful award and for considering me worthy of it. Your recognition of why efforts to be open and honest, with a purpose, make it worthwhile. Thanks.
One final note, that when I first read Kina’s post of my award, I mis-read the title of the award as the Confessional Blog Award. I thought, that’s funny that Kina has created an award just for Catholics. That led onto but I’m not Catholic. LOL. At which point I thought for a moment that I was a completely fraudulent awardee (I often feel like a fraud, that’s just life for me)… until I read the title a second time. The moral of the story? Read it properly the first time.
“Life, she realized, so often became a determined, relentless avoidance of pain-of one’s own, of other people’s. But sometimes pain had to be acknowledged and even touched so that one could move into it and through it and past it. Or else be destroyed by it.”