What is it about pain that makes the ink flow? I’ve always used words as a way to process, in the throes of tumultuous emotions, when I need direction and putting pen to paper organizes my thoughts. I’m experiencing a world of hurt, and the side effect, the end of the writer’s block. Send help. Heartbreak is beautiful, in that soul crushing way that removes the masks and stripes us if our delusions. The tears wash away the cataracts and I see clearly. My best friend advised to channel the force of the emotions towards a productive end, or I may self-destruct. So here we are, writing. And true to form, I am writing about writing. In the Advances in Psychiatric Treatment journal article published by the Cambridge University Press, Baikie K, & Wilhelm K. stated that studies have shown writing about” traumatic, stressful or emotional events has been found to result in improvements in both physical and psychological health.” One must write both about the trauma and emotions t
In a world where everyone and their cat has an opinion on who I should be It appears that everyone and their dog knows which version of me I should be I was swayed and moved a million different directions I have lived four and five versions of who I thought I should be I wasn't thinking I wasn't expecting you You're so sure of who you are You are confident and self assured in your own beautiful way Experiencing you, your way of life required nothing of me, because you are enough You had no opinion of what would make me better or which way I should act to be more acceptable and lovable You didn't need anything from me and that gave me room to discover who I wanted to be In your sun, I found that I too could be enough I too could be sure of myself Here are your metaphoric flowers While you are still alive I want to say thank you for being yourself I am deeply grateful to experience what it means to be enough I am rediscovering the lessons I learned without realizing that