I clicked on my notifications this morning after ignoring them for a while and read: Happy Anniversary with WordPress.com! You registered on WordPress.com 10 years ago.
My immediate thought was damn, 10 years of writing bullshit but as I reflect now, I remember a bit more context. Let me paint the picture: It was exhausting to wash my hair, so I didn’t. I stopped listening to music, reading, and writing. My mother had to spoon feed me soup and my sister Gigi called therapists to get me help. I cried myself to sleep, had dreams that constantly reminded me of what ailed me, and I could feel a heavy ache in my chest before I even opened my eyes. Major depression had completely engulfed me and all anyone could do was watch as I turned to gray. I started to feel like a burden. And, most dangerously, I was beginning to grow tired of living that way.
My sister Alex was getting married in Miami and nothing sounded more excruciating to me than having to get my weak 105lb body (just a month earlier I had been 135lbs) on a plane and join in others’ happiness when I wanted nothing more than to fade away. My mom, being deathly afraid of small spaces and flying, forced me to make a pact: get on the plane and she would, too.
I will never forget the stoicism my mother showed as she walked onto that plane. I was, therefore, indebted to do the same. During our trip, I could no longer ignore the chirping of the birds or the heat of the sun by the rooftop pool. I had to engage with other people and my forced laughs turned into real ones. I was served a bowl of frijoles that I simply couldn’t resist. My uncle and cousins drove down to take us to the beach and I got sunburnt and laughed and dug my toes deep into the sand. Everything felt so real and overwhelming in a way it hadn’t in a while.
So, on August 24, 2013, a few weeks after our return, I created an account and wrote this blog’s first post. Coincidentally, my second post, titled “Bye!” recounts my trip to Miami and the massive amounts of good it did for me. This blog has been just one piece of many that have contributed to returning me from gray to color, time and time again. So no, it hasn’t been 10 years of writing bullshit. It’s been so much more than that.
I just read that it’s customary to gift couples something of tin on their 10-year anniversary. So you owe me and jahksofhearts a little something. Thanks in advance.