Often our problems look bigger inside our heads than they really are.

For example, speaking things out suddenly makes you realise how unworthy they are of your attention.

Blogging is to writing, what speaking is to that unspoken inner voice.

To most of my friends, colleagues and even family I pose a simple question:

Why do you not blog?

And invariably the fear of placing themselves out there. In the wide eyed lens of public opinion, comes out as the one thing that deters them from doing so.

Earlier this week, Chandni Moudgil my regular sparring partner on social media (and elsewhere) tweeted a semi -distress call:


It got us talking and through a complex set of maximum three tweets I had suddenly spoken out loud (which by the way means 140 characters on social media) that blogging would always deter me from any inherent suicidal tendencies.

Spoken impromptu, it did get me thinking.

Why it is true, I can never for the life of me commit a suicide over something I have blogged. The deepest darkest emotions included.

Because somewhere in my heart I have let go. Of that idea. I have shared it with a fellow reader and let my burden be halved as well. I know in this space below as comments or on social media amidst all the negativity I will find a person who will understand. And one person is enough to save me.

Mental health is an issue that our society (especially our country) has still not woken up to. People are not only ending their lives for real but also not living when they aren’t taking the extreme step. A bit of awareness and help can go a long way in helping those who do suffer from this.

Blogging as a practice invites community. I have over the last seven years connected people through their works and words in good and bad times. Kept track of their family stories, their sob stories and more importantly been around them.

And so have they been.

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Nurture blogging as a community

The decision to speak about my mother was never easy. In fact days after I published my first post about her, it got me so restless. I barely slept for a week. But with every passing post my strength increased, my wounds healed.

This year on Mothers Day when I published another post for her, people from all parts of the world (as readers of Philosphers Stone) emailed me, pinged me and applauded my strength to put my emotions out there. In fact many (given I help people blog their way out of things as well) asked me start an exercise where bloggers can write about their personal experiences and deal with the pain associated with it.

Something I have already started working on.

Mental health and blogging can be (it already is to an extent) one of internet’s success stories.

Long time ago, given the support of my peers I spoke about my own story. How I was driven so close to taking my own life. A dark moment of my life that perhaps I had never told anyone before I published it here. That day I broke my own chain of thoughts. 

Blogging heals many wounds. And open doors to great things ahead. Its power is still not unleashed for many.

Today lets pledge that we shall encourage its impact to help people achieve more. And open up more, bringing authentic stories that inspire each day.

Have you blogged or written your way out of a bad emotion ever? Would you like to share with us here?

Connecting it with #MondayMusings

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