my sexual abuse through a text message from an old friend. I had my phone in my hand when it happened, and I was able to write as many of my feelings as I could in my notes app.My unedited, unfiltered, tearful ramblings would have to hold me over until I could get home, sit in front of my computer, and really write.That’s how we work as writers.
We live and love and lose, and then we write. How the rest of the world heals from life, I’ll never understand.But for us writers, writing is everything. Even writing about the painful things — especially writing about the painful things.
It’s how we heal.When we write of our trauma, we relive those dark daysThose low moments. Those feelings of vulnerability.Read more on positivelypositive.com