For as long as I can remember, writing has always been an outlet for me. It was a way to express how I was feeling or what I was going through without having to open up to someone else all of the time. It was healthy, and it was relieving. Whether the weight of the world was on my shoulders, or I was carefree and happy, I was always writing it down.
In middle school, I was obsessed with poetry and lyrics. My best friend and I put together a binder of our work as a keepsake, and I still have it to this day. It was something we enjoyed doing, and it was a creative way to express ourselves at different moments in our lives.
Writing has always given me peace and purpose. If you’re expressing feelings, writing a story, saying hello, or whatever the case may be, there are so many ways to write it out. I’ve kept journals most of my life, and although I don’t write as much as I used to, my blog is kind of like my modern journal, online. I’m able to express myself on a public platform, with the hopes of relating to others during their darkest and happiest times.
At my absolute lowest, I tend to struggle finding the energy not only to write, but to put into words how I’m feeling or what I’m thinking. When that starts to wear off a little, I’m able to talk about things I’ve experienced. The reason that I find writing so helpful is because I can say everything that I need to say without someone cutting me off, judging me, making me feel overdramatic or less-than, or having to trust someone else with my fears or secrets. It’s as if I had a best friend that was literally unable to break my trust in any way, and for me, that helped so much.
Now that I’ve chosen to blog, where I share my experiences, feelings, and opinion in a public manner, not only do I limit what I say (to an extent), but I hope that being real and utterly honest about the good and bad side of things, no matter what, I’m able to help others somehow.
Having mental illness, for example, can be extremely lonely at times. As someone who openly discusses my struggles surrounding my illness, I’m able to relate to others who are open about their struggles, as well, and I’m able to be there as a friend or listening ear to someone who needed someone to understand.
Writing is something that I’ve loved for so long, especially when it comes to personal experiences that I am able to elaborate on. I know that it has helped me through so much, even when I don’t have the right words to say.
Do you struggle with mental illness, abuse, trauma, etc? If so, try writing it out. Talk about what you’re feeling, what’s happened, how you’ve dealt with it; everything. Even if no one else ever hears or sees it, I promise it can help relieve some of the overwhelming emotions you may be feeling.
Don’t hesitate to reach out if you ever need someone to talk to. If you’re interested in a pen pal, I’ve missed handwritten letters through the mail, too.
Day 23 coming soon.