I've decided that my newest hypomanic symptom is "serial blogging." I feel like I should go to a Bloggers Anonymous Meeting and say, "Hello, my name is Susan Bernard and I'm a serial blogger."
Since March of this year, I've started four new blogs: Bipolar Wellness Writer, Honk If You Blog to Heal, John From Cincinnati, and Photography Learning (yesterday). In my defense, I've stopped writing two of them. I realized that writing two blogs is my limit.
In the last six months, I've leaned a lot about myself from my blogging experiences. This blog provides the greatest satisfaction and while I sometimes wax and wane about writing it, I imagine I'll continue writing it for some time.
Initially I thought my "Honk" blog would allow me to reach a broader audience of people who might not be bipolar but who write to heal and share my mission of concentrating on wellness rather than illness.
After a few months, I decided that the "Honk" blog was too similar to this one. I stopped writing it when I realized that I'm learning a lot about my illness from writing this blog, I like the community we've established, and if I'm going to write about wellness, I wish to reach people who share my symptoms and experiences.
I started John From Cincinnati (it's based on a television program for those of you who don't know about it) on a lark. I'd written a few posts on the last few episodes of The Sopranos and I was amazed by the number of people who read those posts. I went from an average of 60 readers to 299 on my best day.
After writing the John From Cincinnati blog for a few weeks, I started getting 400+ readers on my best days. It was kind of heady to be read by so many people. Also, writing about an aspect of popular was such a departure for me. I was amused and somewhat stunned that I found it so much fun to write about a TV show.
However, like many "hobbies" that I pursue during hypomanic periods, I finally decided that this wasn't a good use of my time. Also, one morning I awakened and decided that it was no longer fun. From one day to the next, it felt more like a chore than a hobby.
What I found so interesting about all this is that while "serial blogging" was a new experience, shifting interests during a hypomanic period isn't. In fact, it's quite common--for me. I wonder how many of you find something (whether it's a hobby, a person, or even a job) compelling and then one morning you awaken and can't imagine how you could have spent so much time pursuing it (or him or her).
(to be continued)