Jenny Lawson. I always want to say Larson, because a friend of mine has that last name, so I always have to stop and think about what her last name actually is.
read devoured Jenny’s second book, Furiously Happy, with a passion. Right after I finished it, I ordered her first book, which I’m still working on- life has been hectic lately. I love her humor. Her wit. Her brilliance. Her raw honesty about her mental health. I clicked with Jenny’s work immediately because I saw so much of myself in her. And I tell anyone who will listen about how great her books are (you’re welcome).
So of course I listened to her TedTalk.
She talked about her folder of 25. 25 people who contacted her to say their lives were saved by her blog– comments from other readers and I think Jenny, too (I can’t remember that part and I’m too lazy to look it up, plus I doubt anyone will take the time to research it and call me out).
These people are still here because they saw they weren’t alone. They were given support when they needed it the most.
At the end of her talk, Jenny said it’s important to share our stories. Perhaps if we do, we’ll have our own folder of 25.
I’ve thought about blogging again for a while, but it wasn’t until that particular TedTalk that I decided maybe it’s time to be a lot more open about my own struggles. In a sea of millions, I don’t know how far my voice will carry, how loudly it can be heard.
But I’ll give it a try.