When I stopped writing, I stopped reading. I stopped enjoying me. My need to write and my desire to read go hand in hand. Both are ways that I enjoy me. Even when I'm writing about something that hurts me, or forces me to relive certain memories, I enjoy it.
Sounds a bit crazy, but if anyone has ever been through something that just broke them down, I am 200% sure that if they wrote it down they enjoyed it because they wrote their frustrations out.
That, is something to enjoy. The release of emotional pain and frustration onto paper. It's like pulling off an ugly pair of shoes that you walked around in all day long because you felt like their was nothing else to wear.
But, I'm falling back into the swing of things now and my oh my how much I am enjoying it. The more I write, the more I want to read. And the more I read the more I relax.
I most definitely have to get back reading more blog posts to, especially since about 6 people send me links to blogs they think I need to read. Thing is, I do need to read them.
Hmmm back to reading.
I can dig this. Writing is so amazingly therapeutic for me. Of course it is painful to mentally revisit any struggle, but to be able to release all of your energy on it in a healthy manner in any written space is an amazing feeling.
ReplyDeleteKeep writing. Keep reading.