Tere are parts of my life that I don't want to write about, the parts filled with trauma. That's not surprising, is it. The trauma was generated by me or by others. It does not matter. To delve into the severe pain seems self-indulgent. And I do not want to overdramatize my story. And I do not want to violate anyone's privacy. And I do not want to destroy my own reputation, or anyone else's.
Then there is the fact that I am not the same person I was then. I have radically changed in certain ways. Yet, in other ways, I am the same. It's confusing.
Writing about past failed relationships in any detail is difficult for me, if not impossible. That's an example. Writing about job "failure" is another area. There have been times when I have been severely hurt by a boss or a friend or in a marriage or relationship, and there are hurts that I have inflicted. Do I really want to "wallow" in this trauma? And who cares to hear these stories?
Life is good now and I have grown. Can't I just write about the good? Actually, I can write about anything I choose. But I must exercise some judgment.
Of course, prose differs from poetry, the latter mode of expression more symbolic and less like a factual narrative.
Is writing and sharing the result a form of therapy, or should it be?
There is, especially, temptation in the blog venue to go too far in revealing personal details. Is the blog a diary or a form of literature, when shared online? Or can it be both?
I have seen people going too far in terms of personal revelation. I have seen the opposite. Overly vague writing can be incredibly boring.
I would love to hear from others on this subject.