Writing is all absorbing. I am transported to a place created just for me. I dare not leave for leaving is to admit that the story about to unfold will be missed where the excitement of answers already known fly free spilling onto the page resolving issues as only I know how.
There have been many times when my pen with its life of its own, somehow connected yet disconnected from me, has unfolded and flung my life at me against a backwash of unhappiness, confusion and pain.
Sometimes I cringe when I read back what I have written. More often I delight in the stories that I weave. I wonder where the language comes from, how the mind sends the words along a tract that extends to my pen and onto the paper. Where between the lines words become sentences, become a paragraph, whole stories and solutions.
Usually I write at night and in the morning I often waken amused and astounded by the stories my unconscious mind has told. They are and were my words, my thoughts, feelings and emotions and more importantly my answers.
Unlike talking, writing remains. The ink on paper is a permanent reminder of what is really in my unconscious. The paper, unlike a critical so-called friend, allows you to tell the story without interruption or bias. It lets you shout and scream, hurl abuse, weep and laugh. It pays attention and loves you without question.
Journaling is the start of an adventure with you. You are the most important person in your life and you deserve a mention in your bestselling book. Despite the pain of some of my experiences reflecting on my musings through journaling has been one of the most cathartic experiences that I have ever had.
The journal contains a bundle of fascinating facts and stories of us and those around us, of trips to pain or journeys to joy and everything in between.
No one need know that they are playing a central role in your story of infidelity and conflict, unrequited love, intense happiness, confusion, rage, joy, pessimism, certainty, revenge. All that matters is that you have resolved what you needed through the art of writing.
Much has been written about the therapeutic role of writing plays. Unless you try it you will never know. It is one of the most cost-effective self help tools that I know. It’s one that you can use every day. It requires no explanation, trips to the quacks, fancy clothes, false smiles, excuses to come home early, it just needs you, a comfortable place, pen, paper, open mind and faith.
I encourage you, wherever you are, to find a place and time to write and let rip. You will be pleased that you did.