I’ve had a really stressful day but by writing the stress just falls away. It’s like being able release tension and put everything into perspective.
It’s strange that I can now put down what is going on in my head. When all the abuse stuff came up three years ago I couldn’t write a single sentence before breaking down in tears and having to stop.
I kind of see my healing as a path. Some of this path is clear, wide and open. And other parts are dark and twisty, I feel the dark and twisty time are the times of most healing. I think it’s due to the fact I have to be more careful on these parts of my journey.
I’m learning to appreciate the beauty of a sunset or a rain storm. This afternoon I looked out of the window at work and saw the most wondrous sight of a perfect sunset. Red lined clouds and a crimson hue.