Other bloggers have been incredibly supportive of me. This one’s for them.
I have sent out several tweets recently about how grateful I am for the support you have all given me, but Twitter doesn’t allow me enough characters to express it fully. That’s why we’re here.
For a long time, I haven’t had many friends. It’s not a sob story, it’s a fact. I’ve had wonderful friends, and it’s far better to have a few great ones than hundreds of average ones. Other people just don’t seem to like me. Again, not a sob story, it’s just how it goes. I don’t tend to fit in with most people because I usually like different things. I find joy in different places. I’m coming to accept that it’s fine.
However, when I was thinking about blogging, these factors naturally meant that I was nervous. I managed to convince myself to do it anyway. I reasoned with myself that I was doing it to write; that it didn’t matter if I didn’t make friends along the way. I don’t know if I was trying to trick myself into believing that, or if it was genuinely true. The line is a little blurry.
Yet, every article I read about blogging emphasised how important social media was. I knew they were right. I knew the chances of anyone ever seeing what I had to say were slim to none without it. Given that I wanted to share my story to help at least someone, I figured I should try.
So, I said to myself, “just be you and see what happens.” I began following people. I started replying to tweets, with uncensored responses rather than overthinking it. I wrote what came to my mind, and sent it. Put simply, I got involved.
To my surprise, people… seemed to like me? Things started to shift. I kept putting myself out there. I didn’t analyse every word.
My Twitter followers started to grow, and some of my tweets got over 20 Likes, sometimes getting as high as 70-100. This was an entirely new experience for me, and I have happy-cried nearly everytime it’s happened.
In turn, the views on my blog started to creep up. Now, not only people want to chat on Twitter, but they wanted to read what I had to write. People started to comment on my posts, and they were so kind. More tears ensued.
When you see my tweets expressing my gratitude to you for my support, it’s not because I feel like I have to say that to butter you up. I’m not stroking your ego. It’s genuinely because I get so overwhelmed with thanks for all of you, that I have to share it. It builds in my chest until it bursts from my fingertips. It’s for that same reason this post is being written.
Two days ago, I reached 700 followers on Twitter. The next day, I reached 800. Every time I looked at my phone, the screen was filled with notifications. People wanted to talk to me; to be part of what I’m doing. The impact this has had on my overall well-being is honestly not something I can put into words.
People say numbers don’t matter, and they’re right. If you have 10,000 followers who don’t give a damn about you, then those numbers are meaningless. But I feel like I have hundreds of new friends, from all over the world. Not hundreds of average ones like I mentioned before, but hundreds of great ones. People who are sweet, and kind, and intelligent, and fascinating. People with stories to tell and struggles they’re overcoming.
I wanted to communicate the immense joy you have brought me by supporting me. You have given me a confidence I’ve never experienced. You’ve enabled me to be more myself than I think I’ve ever been, because you’ve accepted me. You’ve supported me, you’ve encouraged me and you’ve believed in me. It feels like I’ve found a place where I make sense. For lack of better words, it feels like I’ve found somewhere I belong.
I’m sure you’re all going to make me happy-cry many more times but, right now, I want to say a huge, big, whopping thank you. While I’ve tried to express how truly thankful I am, I know I’ll never be able to. I do, however, hope this gives you some idea.