It’s been one hell of a struggle. If you don’t know, I started this journey back in 1992. Yup, that’s quite a long time ago, huh? When I began it all (the writing that is), I found myself jotting it down inside a journal. And that is how my #journaling journey began.
For me, it was a way to release my pain and raw #emotions. Yes, inside my world was rawness and pain staged with a ton of other toxic emotions. The news of hearing the “C” word made it even worst. That’s an experience NO ONE should ever have to endure. It felt as though I was suffocating. To nurture my wounds and find physical healing, I used my pen and paper to escape that toxic world. The writing helped me to break through the pain barriers and release all the #toxicity. My message was so relatable and powerful to any human race. When I saw our shoe prints on paper, I knew there was a story inside that madness.
The rawness and pain, that horrible pain, just ate at me, it wouldn’t go away. I just couldn’t shake it. Once I finally tapped into a part of me that was ready to heal, it was the writing that became a “physical wound healing relationship,” for me. That would be the road where I could start to physically mend.
Stay tune more to come . . .