I find it quite interesting to see my blog stats. I understand statistics. During the 20 some odd years of higher education I took and aced four different statistics courses. At this point in my journey toward enlightenment, I tend to see things based more on philosophy and theory. Statistics have no space in my world. They tell me nothing. I sincerely hope my friend who is a statistician at Yale never reads my blogs.
My blog stats tell me that there are not many people who read my thoughts about how I have managed my depression and anxiety that I would love to share to help and uplift others. It is fun to see the highlighted countries indicating the origin of the few readers that happen to look at the blogs and noticing that they were read but receive very few likes and rarely any comments. I am not concerned with the statistics. I know that my writing is understood best between the lines. The white space between the words are the parts of my posts not filled with heady thinking. Digging deep into my psyche is more difficult than taking two blue pills, a red, capsule, a big white one, a giant blue one, six tiny yellow ones once a week, a handful of supplements, and learning mindfulness through my day. Therapy has shown me many real-world techniques work! I, by nature, mix logic and heady theory and philosophy. As an INFJ, I understand my misunderstanding. It is an integral part of my personality.
Today we are at the cusp of change. More people are grasping personal understanding and growth. Work targeted toward the unknown and misunderstanding of my own mental health issues has accelerated my recovery. Stepping over the stigma from others and what is in ourselves empowers recovery. Stats mean nothing, but building growth means everything.
Peace be with you.