My writing started as a way to work through some sad and confusing times in my life, a way to alleviate the weight of that pain...even if it were for only a moment. There were times when it was a desperate attempt to explain myself..."I'm not crazy! This is why I hurt!" . More time than not the hidden agenda was to connect, any way I could, to a part of my life that I missed/lost.
It got me through, a bandage for my boo-boo's. I'd wear those bandages until they fell off.
And I didn't heal.
Upon a lengthy self examination I determined I was merely covering my truths instead of embracing them....so I opened up those wounds and tended to them, like a mother tends to a scraped knee...gently, lovingly. I gave myself permission to repeat this process as often as necessary.
That's when the healing began.
Eventually those wounds healed...the scars were magnificent proof of that!
I continue to look at those scars often, more times than not I've been able to find some healthy good that I missed where the old,malignant growth once was.
Now I write as a preventative measure...check-ups, if you will.