Writing is healing.

Through writing, thoughts become tangible and the soul grows lighter.

But how do you write about something that hurts so much?

Then the pain becomes real and tangible too, doesn’t it?

How do you write about feelings without being melodramatic?

How do you say everything that is on your soul without being labelled a weakling or a coward?

How do you strip yourself bare with words and lift the burden of suppressed feelings from your shoulders, and still stay dressed?

An open book in the foreground, with a person lying in bed under the covers in the background

In search of answers to all these and many other questions, I leave them here, before your eyes and mine. Who knows, maybe one day we will find the answers.

Until then. Silence. Emptiness. Sadness. Helplessness and a great deal of anger that cannot be put into words.

Warmly,

S-Mama