LEARNING TO EXPRESS MYSELF THROUGH WRITING DIDN’T COME EASILY
And creativity? I used to think it was such a waste of time.
But there came a day when I had nowhere else to turn but the opposite direction of my logical, rational, gut-it-out patterns in life.
That’s when I found journaling. Or, should I say… journaling found me. Because once I finally sent out that first truly vulnerable cry for help, my world changed.
It’s a good thing I didn’t read the research on the benefits of written and visual reflection before I actually tried it. Because I wouldn’t have believed it.
BUT I DO NOW.
Chronic fatigue, nerve pain, systemic viral flares, crippling insomnia, and multiple food intolerances. GONE.
Overthinking, emotional detachment, and worry? Gone! Just kidding. I’m human.
JUST ANOTHER INQUISITIVE EVOLVING HUMAN AT PLAY IN THE FIELD OF LIFE
But I have come to truly accept the presence of uncertainties in my life as the dearest of friends. Friends who are much more supportive when met with a lined spiral bound notebook, a Pilot G-2 pen, and assorted jars of paint.