Writing to Cope
I want to write. I haven’t had the chance to write too much but I have a feeling in my soul that I at least like to do it. I’m not saying I’m the next Steven King or anything but I do know that for 3 years, I’ve developed a passion for writing for my own merit, at least.
I’ve thought about writing a book from time to time and I can almost picture a story in my head that looks a lot like mine. One that follows down the same crazy, crooked path my life seems to have taken but only with a little more passion and more emotion. A little bit more dramatic as it would be written from my own point of view. Lord only knows my point of view is pretty much highlighted super bright with my strong sense of self and heightened emotions.
You see, I didn’t always feel this way, or at the very least, I didn’t always see myself clearly. I could relate it more to a TV show you could remember watching as an infant and then in later years come back to missed puns and missed meanings you never even realized existed. I never understood how over-dramatic I really was, until I had later removed myself and became a stranger looking in on my past self. Self-reflection was a big one for me. It is actually the tool that taught me I could use writing in the first place. It was my way of talking about my problems with myself in a safe place.
By no means am I saying it’s good to hide away in a corner like a crazy person, talking with your computer about your problems and no one else. All I’m saying is it’s a good start in developing a coping mechanism that can really help you to release some of the tension from the stresses of everyday life. And, hey. If you’re anything like me you can wind up finding out that you not only like to write but you might actually not be too bad at it either.
Writing has helped me out a lot. I discovered writing, not after many told me it could really help, but surprisingly enough after I had no one at all in the world to talk to.
I had been through a really traumatic time in my life. I then was forced to either talk with myself through my writing or suffer from the constant negative self-talk repeating in a circle in my head instead. When I had no one to talk to about what I had been through, I…