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I Write. Therefore I Process
It doesn’t cost $100 an hour; it’s messy, homemade, and surprisingly effective.
Not all of us can afford a therapist.
Some people prefer to pour out the bitterness of their soul into a Word document timidly named “I don’t know if I’ll ever post this” or “what I feel now_final_corrected_to delete fast3.docx.”
Others, among whom I count myself, write and post online. Or at least that’s what I tell myself every day when I move my fingers on the keyboard.
Not for fame.
Not for money (God forbid, especially with how things are around here).
But because if I didn’t write, I’d probably end up talking to myself in the bathroom or reading children’s stories nonstop even when the kids have long been asleep.
Writing is actually a form of self-administered therapy.
More simply put, a sort of “let me fix my own emotional traumas, since I don’t have time for sessions or money for expensive coffees with spiritual almond flavor”
There are days when I write entire pages just to get rid of a thought. Other times, just to prove to myself that I still know how to put together a sentence from beginning to end, and that I can detach myself from all the…
