There’s something to be said about sharing intimate (or not) details of your life to anyone who stumbles or lands on this page. I’ve had many discussions with people (both bloggers and non-bloggers) about things like a right to privacy for my nuclear family (and even my extended family), sharing images of my son, and even something as basic as letting someone know that I live abroad.

Sometimes I have no desire to ever write here again.

It’s true. Blogger burn out, I have it. I know burn out exists because to be perfectly honest, about 50% of all of the blogs I use to read don’t post regularly any more, and when they do they share little, if anything. I see more and more sponsored posts, people being accused of oversharing or ignoring the rights of their children for the sole purpose of making money. People looking for an identifiable “brand” from me, when in fact my brand is me….. and I can’t share all that is “me” in this space.

WHY? Why can’t I share everything I’d want to? Because the reality is, unlike some bloggers, I have a career outside of blogging that will be directly impacted by blogging personal information. It sounds stupid but it is my reality. At the end of the day, I am a therapist, not a blogger.

So why even say anything here? Because of what blogging has brought me. Friends (real ones not “what can I get from you because we are internet friends”), support in doing something I never thought possible, understanding during difficult times, and advice when it was welcomed (and even when it wasn’t, providing an opportunity to self-reflect). I love all of the positive things blogging has brought me. I’m headed out tonight to reconnect with some bloggers and perhaps get a renewed perspective. In the meantime, I’m going to take a break from this space.