Everybody Hurts Sometimes

Alright, I admit it.  I've been neglecting my blog.  But, to be fair, I have had a lot going on in my life.  By a lot I mean just a lot going on in one area of my life.  I let it take the front seat in my life ever since the Bar Exam.  Most of the time it took the front seat because of the actions of others.  However, I do have to admit that at times, I let it take the front seat.  I let it bother me.  I let them bother me.  I let the stupid actions of one man run my life. 

I did need to process everything I was going through, so I couldn't just shove it away.  But, I abandoned some of the coping mechanisms I had learned to use at the exact moments I needed them most.  When I neglected this blog, I neglected writing in general.

Writing, whether it's music, fiction, non-fiction, journaling, or blogging, has meant a great deal for me over the last year.  I've used it to face a lot of things.  I've used it to find answers others were unwilling to give me.  I've used it to talk things out with myself.  I've used it to heal.  That's why I was so surprised to find myself abandon it when life all around me seemed to be crashing down.

Then I received a wonderful gift in the mail from a very good friend.  It was actually two parts, but the part important for this blog was a book called Writing as a Way of Healing: How Telling Our Stories Transforms Our Lives.  It reminded me how much I had depended on writing in the past.  It reminded me how it could help again.

So I followed the advice of the book and made myself sit and write, or at least brainstorm.  And what would you know...one new song and the first drafts of two new short stories came out.  Each of them helped me comprehend and process a different thing in my life.  And, while writing each of them brought to the surface pain I hadn't yet dealt with, it also helped me re-shape the story in my own words - not re-write history, but claim ownership to it in my own words.  This was particularly important in one instance because I literally was the victim who had her voice taken away from her by a man she trusted.  Writing it out helped me find my voice again.  It helped me own a situation I had no control over and that I had let run my life.  It helped me start healing from the mistreatment.

So I'm coming back to the words with those stories and these blogs and promising to be a more diligent writer and, hence, a more diligent blogger.  It may not be for you though.  It may be for my own healing.  Maybe we can even heal together...lol. :)

Until next time...peace.