Do I seriously have a blog?

My life recently fell apart. I went through one of the most difficult seasons of my entire life. As much as I am happy to say that I'm coming out of that season, I feel like a part of me is still there. I'm still fighting, trying my hardest to make this season a thing of the past. I had life all figured out. I knew where I was coming from and where I was going. I had the next stage of my life planned. Everything was clean-cut, planned out, ready to go...and then the rug was yanked right out from under me. Suddenly it feels like I'm starting over. I'm starting life from scratch. I have no choice at this point but to pick up the broken pieces, dust myself off, and try again- all over again. Now, I have no idea where I'm going or why. Honestly, some days I wonder what the point of all of this is. There may be a depressive undertone to some of the blogs I post here, but if that's the case, it's simply because that's where my life is currently. Other blogs might be filled with bliss and a list of victories and accomplishments. The point is that I wanted a safe place to turn to write freely without the worries of having proper grammar or trying to be politically correct in an attempt to avoid offending anyone or push any buttons. All I know is that writing has always been therapeutic for me, and I need healing now more than ever. My life has always been an open book to those around me. So feel free to jump in and journey through this messy, complex, never easy thing called life with me.