Writing Therapy or Lack Thereof

February 22, 2019

An abstract painitng with a white background, a red vertical stripe and dark blue traces of paint dropped onto the canvas that could represent writing.

I used to write a lot when I was younger. I used to have passion for the written word and would spend days and nights writing essays, diaries and even poetry. Then it stopped. I lost it. I still thought about writing and even publishing a book but I’d lost my inspiration.

What was it that used to drive me nuts if I didn’t scribble a few words here and there? Was it something inside my belly that would spin and pinch if I didn’t write? Probably. But it was also a depression, sad romantic dreams, longing for anything I couldn’t really have—or at least I was convincing myself that I couldn’t have them. Writing helped me spill it all out. What has changed since then? My whole world!

An abstract painitng with a white background, a red vertical stripe and dark blue traces of paint dropped onto the canvas that could represent writing.

Untitled by Cécile Boland

I’ve started reading inspiring books on how to achieve one’s goals, on how to stay focused and positive. I went to a therapy session, then another one. I started to go deep, deep inside my brain and soul and ask questions on why I am like this: why I chronically feel unhappy, lonely, abandoned, not understood, lost, unloved? These were my feelings. These were my thoughts. This wasn’t a reality. My thoughts then shifted. My focus changed and I slowly started to believe in myself.

I still hope that this passion for writing will come back to me and I still dream about becoming a published author. In the meantime, all I can do is act on it. Action is a choice. You can go through changes but not really take advantage of them. You can fight them, slow them down, displace them, and that’s fine. I am free to make this choice, to not try to understand who I am and what I am here for. So are you. The only risk is that you may go through this tough life lesson on and on until the end of your days.

The other thing you can do is find strength within that will help you to go through your deepest fears and stay brave while you are being punched in your stomach for days and months, while you feel sick and lose your mind in fever. Because on the other side, once you get through all this, is another world. There are thoughts you never even wished to think, there are people more understanding and loving than ever, there are new options and opportunities that bring peace, happiness and fulfilment. The choice is yours.

Every now and then my old friends, strangling thoughts, come back. They knock on my home door, they squeeze in through slightly open windows, they smash me in the face, they kick my stomach again and they laugh, laugh very loud in their victorious dance. The only thing that may help me then is to reminder that “hey, I know who I am.” I’ve been through this not once and not twice, and look how great I am doing now! You can’t show me anything more or scare me any further! I know who you are, where you are coming from and although we are probably inseparable for the rest of our lives and although you probably won’t give up, I choose to not let you win! This choice is my secret power now.

That’s the way you learn things. That’s how you become calmer and wiser. That’s when you start taking opportunities on every change and every negative thought you have. Because there is always work to do, and If you chose to do it, you will learn the truth about yourself every day. So now, every time I can sense them coming I feel the excitement and urge to get them all analysed, understood and taken on board. I invite them in, look closely in their eyes and while they scream and laugh and dance and punch, I learn and I grow.

You ask me why I do this? The answer is simple. Every change brings a lesson. Every lesson brings growth. Every growth brings new inspiring opportunities that are only waiting for you to take them. So anytime you want something badly and think you don’t deserve it or are too weak, anytime a sudden change and dark reality blinds you out, stop and look closely, search for tips, little hints, ask why and what’s the purpose of it. Never stop asking! Let yourself grow.

Who am I now? Am I better, am I wiser? Is the writing easier now? I most definitely gained one very powerful skill—to never give up. So even now, even if I feel tired and hopeless again, I know that I’ve already overcome this once and I will do it again and again, and resume writing whenever I do. The choice to do so is mine and if you’re reading this I guess you know what choice I made.


One comment:

  1. April

    February 24, 2019 at 3:56 pm

    I think your writing is outstanding! I feel like I’m reading my about my life.
    Thank you!

    Reply

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