The other day, a blogger buddy mentioned many reasons for writing. One of them was for therapeutic reasons, and today I want to address that reason here.
When I was a young teenager, full of strange and new emotions, I began to write. Sometimes things were flowery and about nature, sometimes silly crushes on some guy or another, other times they were rather philosophical. Rarely did I allow anyone to read my words. I was shy about it then, and unsure of myself, my thoughts and my emotions.
As life carried me along through its ups and downs, I found that writing was a very therapeutic thing for me. I could 'unload' on paper when I was frustrated. I could express fears and worries to this impersonal 'listener'. I could share my joys and whatever other emotion I felt, and not look wildly insane! Best of all, I could write all of my anger and annoyance in letters to the one who was irritating me, then burn it in my fireplace, without anyone ever knowing how very hurt or angry I'd been! Once things were out on paper, I could see what I needed to deal with, and figure out just how it should best be dealt with.
Therapeutic? Yes, I definitely think writing is good for me and my well-being....even i.f not one other human eye ever reads it. I suggest that everyone give it a try.
