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Last updated on July 5th, 2024 at 03:19 pm
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I just realized something. For the last 10 years, i’ve been hiding from life. Those of you who know me well enough know this to be true. So this admission is a good thing in a way. I don’t know about anyone else but I usually have a few epiphanies when I’m in the shower. Today was one of those days.
I will confess I have been hiding from life for many reasons but I think we all have our ways of coping when unforeseen circumstances turn your world upside down. Don’t get me wrong I do go out and do day to day tasks but what I mean by hiding from life is just that. I think I spent more time in my head than I needed too. I took up writing as a hobby. I posted about it back in June (2017). You can read more here.
Writing has been great for me yet it has been a hindrance because like I mentioned I spent a lot of time in my head. I think I compensated in a way since I was avoiding life. I think with most people who write no matter what your idea is you tend to form your own little world.
This world for me became sort of a comfort. I write for many reasons many times it’s a form of helping me unwind. I can convey my thoughts or feelings and find a solution.
I realized that today. It’s sort of a form or righting my wrongs. Or as my post title read Writing my wrongs. Many times the topic I write about might not even have been an experience in my life.It just may be my idea of a person or situation that’s on my mind at the time.
I tend to write organically I will go back and read what I have written from the day before and try to keep on with that theme. Sometimes that takes a bit of a turn and evolves into something unexpected. When this happens I’ve been able to write myself a solution. which is strange. I don’t have a real conscious thought of doing this. It just happens.
I will admit I’ve brought myself to tears when I write sometimes it’s the subject that I touch upon. Other times I think it’s just plain confessions of my inner most thoughts to myself.
So in short writing, my wrongs has taught me about myself and how no matter how bad I feel I can find a solustion. I’ve also learned that I shouldn’t hide from life anymore.
How has writing helped you?
