I started to awkwardly fill pages in elementary school with incomplete sentences. Later as a high school foreign exchange student, I found myself writing pages and pages each week. Only in the months after my first child was born was I so exhausted that I didn’t write.
My journals are filled with bits and pieces of everything, including writing about the hard stuff in life. This need to write has expanded into poetry and short pieces, and yes – blogging.
Writing can be a remarkable transformative process, revealing even our unrealized emotions and memories stored in our physical fibers and making sense of them on the page.
There is a science behind it, something about accessing neurons, even those we have unconsciously sectioned off, in a neutral environment. I suspect it works something like EMDR, but really, all I care about is that I know it works.
The things I don’t want to admit, the things I don’t understand, the things I wish hadn’t happened – all those things that shaped my life – have again reshaped my life by writing about them.
Writing is an important part of my life journey, my spiritual journey. It gets me from where I where I was, to where God wants me to be.
Do you write? Had is transformed your life? Tell us about it in the comments…