Blerg blerg blerg blerg blerg (sung to the tune of Rhianna’s “Work.”)
My favorite word to chuck around when I’m less than amused my something is blerg. Oddly close to the word blog..
I am feeling blerg about my blog. That is to say, I am feeling afraid about my blog.
In the past five minutes, I have realized that in my beckybrain, fear (my arch nemesis,) is almost always accompanied by two small, yet mind-numbingly frustrating words… “what if?”
What if…. what if…. what if….
“what if I tell my story and am forever labeled ‘Becky - you know my friend that was raped?”
“what if people, much like the police, don’t believe me?”
“what if no one reads it?”
“what if this insight into who I am (aka, me sprawling out some of my innermost thoughts for anyone on the internet to read) causes people I know to dislike me?”
“what if I like a guy (and we're friends on Facebook so he knows I have this thing) and he reads it and he is like 'whoahhh, no thanks?'”
“what if people ask me questions that I don’t know how to answer?”
“what if I tell my story and those involved feel disrespected?”
“what if giving people such unfiltered insight into my soul is a horrible idea?”
“what if people close to me are shocked by decisions I made (that they don’t know about and I may write about) in the aftermath and push me away?”
“what if I’m an idiot?”
Two tiny words…. but oh so much power. What. If.
But then, almost out of nowhere -
What if in someone labeling me in a way I fear, they immediately think to reach out when they have a friend who goes through something similar?
About a year after my attack, one of my guy friends turned to me and said, “but that can’t be right. Things like that don’t happen to girls like you.” What if the realization that things like this happen to girls like anything changes how he sees the women around him and it has a ripple effect?
What if even one girl reads this who needs a voice?
What if reading this blog causes those I love to understand me more?
What if I like a guy and he reads it and thinks, “wow, she’s [insert positive notion here]?”
What if people ask me questions and I’m honest?
What if in writing about it, it lets those who helped know how grateful I am for what they did?
What if giving people such unfiltered insight into my soul does just that - gives them insight into my soul?
What if those decisions I wish I’d made differently resonate with somebody going through a similar time and it helps them know that nobody gets to judge or determine your path to healing?
What if I’m smart?
And the biggest one - WHAT IF this is not about me and not about you but about the person that reads it that needs to know she’s not alone? That needs to know the pain ends and the joy does in fact come?
And just like that, what if, has become a phrase I love.
PS - Coldplay has a song called "What If," as if I needed anymore of a reason to decidedly love the phrase.