Writing Therapy

By audenjohnson

Journal writing dug into my soul and pulled out things I never knew about myself. Writing all thoughts, never lifting pen from paper, helped me sort through some emotions. I stopped journaling awhile ago, though, and focused on stories. Writing, no matter the form, is therapy right?

The answer isn’t that simple.

For me, it seems, writing my thoughts in a journal, working on stories and blogging affects me differently. Writing stories lifts me above the world. Because of this blog, things that used to bother me seem so small now. These two forms dig into the soul but nothing is brought to light unless I analyze my blog entries and stories. Unlikely. 

Writing in a journal was my way of soul searching. Though I never liked the idea of soul searching, I see how important it is. I need to let my thoughts lead the pen and see what develops.

I bought this gorgeous journal yesterday.

I didn’t have any plans for it. Now I do. 

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4 thoughts on “Writing Therapy”

  1. We all have to find those outlets because they allow us to express certain feelings that we would otherwise have problems expressing.

  2. That is excellent and something I had to do as a young woman. I lived with my dysfunctional family until I was 24 and it sure helped me find my way. Good luck to you!

  3. One thing I can say writing has done for me is it has unleashed my honesty. I say things that are on my mind more often than I think the average person does. I think that comes with putting yourself out here in the blog-o-sphere such as we do. I've always been an honest person, but never really felt it was "okay" for me to just be me and say what's on my mind no matter how irrelevant anyone else thinks it.

    Example: I said to someone just today that Village Inn made my eggs perfect today. They asked how so and I responded by saying that I ordered them over-medium and the whites were done and the yolk was runny yet unbroken. I hate broken yolks. He looked at me funny and I said, "What? Everybody hates it when the cook breaks one of their eggs, just nobody will admit that it's that big of a deal."

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