Everyone Has A Story — Year Two

best blogEveryone Has A Story has made it through it’s second year. I’m kind of surprised. I get bored with my hobbies within days. I’ve taken up leather-working, only to quit after designing one disastrous bracelet, cross-stitching until I grew bored halfway through the picture, knitting…oh, please. Who knew that required coordination? I truly didn’t really think much about this new blogging hobby at first. I figured I’d probably get bored with it and move on to something else, just like I always do. Happily, I still enjoy this, and I’ve saved a ton of money on hobby/crafts inventory these last two years.

When EHAS was originally started, it was formless and void, kind of like the earth on day one but without the majesty and potential for greatness. As life will do,though, I was thrown some curve balls, and this place became more focused on the very painful realities I was experiencing in my life. Suddenly, my life threw out an actual plot, with characters and suspense.  As one insane act would end, another would begin. Good for the blog. Exhausting for me.

I do sometimes long for the earliest days of blogging, when the slate was completely clean, and the direction was subject to change as quickly as my whims would. One day I would be chastising Dr. Phil’s approach to parenting, while the next day, I was leading a campaign against men wearing nipple shirts. I wrote a post about me and Chef never getting divorced for my kids mere months before we ended up separating, and what our secrets to our happy marriage were. Oh, the irony!! I cringe each time I see that someone has read it. I’m embarrassed by it’s existence , but I leave it us as a reminder to myself that I tend to wear those Rose Colored Glasses like everyone else.  I glanced at those literary gems not long ago, and I have no idea why you people came back. My writing has become so much better because, seriously, it had no where to go but up!

A year ago, my most popular post was The Ministry of Mike Warnke. To say that this man made a huge impact on a lot of lives is an understatement. He brought laughter to me at some of the hardest times of my life, and despite his fall from grace, I still root for his success. That’s 5 Talents from the Lord if I’ve ever seen it. The fact that this topic, which I’ve written about only twice ever is still one of the highest search engine terms at EHAS speaks volumes about the following he still has.

The sad fact this year is that while Mike Warnke still ranks pretty high around here, Satan’s Favorite Drug Ever — Meth has now become the most searched/read post I have these days. My search terms are riddled with people who have found this drug in their own lives. Below is only one small sample of my stats this year.

meth stats for site

The funny thing is, I came very close to never publishing that post at all. Forget the very personal nature of it, it was very, very, very long. I’ve often been encouraged to keep my word counts down. It’s nothing for me to sit down and type 3000-word posts, but we all know most people don’t read those really long ones. I follow so many blogs now, I’m lucky to visit each one monthly. So I know exactly how trying it is for readers to keep up with their friend’s writings when they have to read tomes instead of articles. The long, rambling posts like I tend to write aren’t going to be read by many people. And we all know, our readership is very important to us bloggers. But the message back then was important to me, and I published it, assuming that my close friends would read it, the others would would skim it, and most people would skip it altogether. It didn’t matter to me, though. Some of these posts are written for me specifically, and that was one of them.

It would seem that Satan’s Favorite Drug Ever — Meth didn’t suffer the fate of longer articles at all, nor does it suffer from that today either. When Chef and I were meth cookergoing through the madness of his addiction, I felt so isolated and alone. I was so shocked at what was happening around me, I assumed no one would believe me. I could barely believe what I was witnessing myself. I’ve learned now, though, that my story wasn’t by any stretch of the imagination, the worst one. Daily, I receive comments or emails about either a person unable to stop using meth, or a loved one who is terrified at witnessing it’s use by someone they love. The despair out there is rampant, for both the addicted as well as their loved ones. I wish there was a way to comfort all these people, and to give them hope. All I can offer is the knowledge that what doesn’t kill us, makes us stronger. A cold proffering on the surface, but I think the addicts and their victims understand exactly what I’m saying. One way or the other, it won’t last forever.

I hope this year brings something happier to focus on than drugs, adultery, and divorce. I miss Nipple Shirt Days and Three Boob Nights, Tweezer Mornings, and Ghetto Girl Afternoons. And I miss the Blogging Awards we all used to circulate to  each other. I have a bunch I have never collected. I miss the simplicity and the innocence of this blog as it once was in the beginning, but embrace the hard-earned wisdom I’ve gleaned from here as well. Sadly, we always gain one at the expense of the other.

It’s been yet another interesting year, and I’m betting, this year I’m going to Blow.Your.Minds.!!! :-)

~Bird

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  1. “I wish there was a way to comfort all these people, and to give them hope.” I have a feeling by showing people that they are not the only ones going through something it gives them some measure of comfort.

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    • It helped me, and I hope it helps others. But it seems like so little in comparison with what they are going through.

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  2. Bring it on. A new year, new subjects to entertain and educate too. For instance, what the heck is a nipple shirt? No matter what the subject, if you inject as much of yourself into the stories as you do now there will be readers- no matter how long.
    xxx Hugs xxx

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  3. I bet you will ‘blow our minds’…. You’re one interesting lady and one I may add that has gone through ‘hell’ on earth and not only survived but thrived. You have a strength within that has I’m sure helped many to realize they can also make it! Diane xo

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  4. It’s not too late to accept those awards. I have one from a year ago–still pending. And we come back because it is not merely the words you write but the pieces of your soul that you share with us through those words. We come back for you Bird.

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  5. Am glad you stuck with it. It has benefited everyone! Keep writing!

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  6. Don’t ever worry about word count if what you’re saying needs to be said. The best writing comes from somewhere deep.

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  7. It is strange I was only thinking about Sara the other day and wondering how her family are doing now, so many people sat behind a key boards across the world visit each others blogs as we would call in to see a friend and have a catch up and coffee, sometimes we rant, vent, commiserate, most of us can take one comfort though, we know that we are never alone and there is always someone out there who gets exactly how you feel, I only wish everyone could find that connection in their darkest days xx

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    • I miss Sara too. I hope she’s okay.

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      • Did you see her husbands last post?

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        • I didn’t know her husband wrote a blog. Is it still up?

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          • Oh hun not sure how to tell you this January last year her hubby put up a couple of posts on her blog one of which gave the news that Sara had last her battle against her demons and had taken her own life, he also posted a letter to her, and a final post that in the interests of their son he was closing the blog up, I tried looking just now and it is now a password protected blog so I guess he decided no just close it not delete it, I really had no idea you did not know and am so sorry to be the one to tell you. We can only hope that she has now found peace in the next life. xx

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            • I didn’t know that had happened. This makes me cry. I really loved that girl. It’s probably better I can’t read it. Thank you for telling me. Poor Sara!

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              • I really thought you knew I assumed that as her hubby had accessed her computer he would have contacted the people she was close to as well and I knew you had talked on the phone as well as swapped emails.

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                • I was so caught up in my own crap, I might have just missed it. I tried contacting her a couple if times with no response but I assumed she was busy with her own issues. I can’t stop crying over this.

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  8. The name of your blog states the truth, “Everyone Has a Story”; and, you have a fine gift for writing. Have enjoyed your ‘Bird Report’ from its inception…

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  9. My mind was already blown by your fortitude and the gentle and healing spirit you manage to cultivate even in the face of your worst nightmares, so if the year to come has bigger adventures in it for you and/or your blog readers, I wish for you that they will be gloriously, joyfully GOOD ones! :D
    xo
    Kathryn

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