Being Heard

I came across a really beautiful blog today.  Actually, I came across a couple of them.  There seems to be a common thread in the ones I enjoy reading: it's real feeling, and the blog is an outlet.

I know I am eternally grateful for this one.  My own therapy.  A sense of someone listening when there seems to be no one else.  And when I sit for a few minutes, and read a post, feeling a sense of being and relating to someone else, I think, maybe, someone out there is grateful for me throwing my thoughts and feelings out there too.

Sometimes, it seems no one listens... but in fact, there are people who hear me.