I write most days. It used to be journaling to control the vortex of memories. Now it's more blogging about how I've traversed this path to healing.
I just start writing and let it flow. There's not much planning or preparation, and even less editing (hence all the typos!). I find that if I over-think it I mess it up.
Now it goes against my nature to admit that anything comes easily to me. It's that pride thing. Someone will surely come along and pull the rug out from under me, proving that I'm wrong. And lets be clear, I'm not saying that I write remarkable, life altering prose -- well maybe not for anyone else, but most of it is therapeutic for me.
So there's no real rhyme or reason to how I write.
Why I write is another issue altogether. I write to remember who I am. What I'm worth. And to honor myself for having survived.
And if that makes me vain, selfish, or self-centered, I can live with that.
linking up at Mama Kat's
Well said! Writing was my answer, too.
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ReplyDeleteWriting did not come easy until I found Mamakat's and Write on Edge. Now I have ventured into fiction and poetry, but it doesn't come easy.....
ReplyDeleteI agree with Carissa....very well said (or I guess I should I well written)
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Writing helps so much! Especially when we have spent those tender years being put through something so horrible. Stopping by from Mama Kat's. I'll be back!
ReplyDeleteGreat post! It's amazing how therapeutic writing can be!
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