Time to conclude a post I made a few weeks ago…fewer blogs
Regular readers of this blog know I took a “sabatacle” from it for a few years. When I felt the tug pulling me back in I was excited. I was excited to reconnect with all my old blogger friends: those who said they have bipolar disorder and I made them feel like they were not alone; those who have friends or family members with bipolar disorder who said I helped them understand; those who just found it interesting; and those who found it entertaining. I was excited knowing that they’d all come back as avid readers once again. Sadly, I was wrong. Where have they gone? I mentioned in a recent article that the average blog usually runs for two years. Anecdotally that seems to be true.
About three years ago, when I abandoned this site, I had 26 other blogs on my blog list. When I returned, a few weeks ago, there were only four left. The missing ones were either closed by the blogger who said goodbye, or were abandoned with no explanation. For most there was no explanation. Most of the blogs had their web address purchased by companies who are now selling shit like books, therapy, etc.
Most of the time I don’t mind change. I adapt easily. This time is not so true. I feel lonely. I know it will take time to build a good sized readership, just like it did when I first began blogging.
Where are all the personal bloggers? It seems much more difficult to find them these days. A fellow blogger told me she believes that Facebook is replacing blogs. Is this true? I love Facebook. Through it I connected with old friends, and I stay more in touch with family. However, little quips passed around from one reader to another is vastly different than a blogger opening their heart and soul online. I like both, but I can’t imagine exchanging one for another.
They are out there. There are still other personal blogs where a blogger shares openly about their mental illness. It doesn’t seem as many, but they are there and I have begun following a few and I’m happy to say there are some good ones. What this post comes down to is my ego, which I’m trying to keep in check until I build a regular readership again. This post is also about sadness. When I was a kid my fathers job moved us around a few times and each time I became friends with kids who were much different than my friends from our previous home. Yet, friendships were made. That feels like what I’m going through now. I left and came back to a different blogosphere. It’s not the one that I remember, but that doesn’t make it better or worse. It’s just different. I miss my old blogging friends.