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[e_m_k]

I really need to write, now more than ever. The mental relief that maintaining this journal regularly provided has not been coming from other cathartic sources. Really, a lot of it has to do with the struggle I still fight on a daily basis between my very happy present-day life and the old and damaging processes hard-wired into my brain by

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[pathwriter]

I think I've written about the catharsis of writing before. As I've been studying Aristotle and other literary philosophers, I find it interesting that we had a tradition of almost 2,000 years of thinking about the effect a poem (play, book, whatever) has upon the audience rather than the poet. Boethius was an exception, but he denounced such things as self-indulgent and non-productive, something that I flatly disagree about.

It's been so long, I'm not sure if that lyric really applies to me and my experiences. The people around me now would understand if I lost love, but I've been in a state of lost for years now. It's troublesome.

[e_m_k]

I feel that I'm really finding my way out of something terrible for the first time in at least a decade, and as cliche as it is, I can't help thinking that if I can do it anybody can do it. Anyhow, it has been a while, and I hope you're doing well.

[ironwrought]

I agree that it is healthy to get it out it may be helpful to be able to refer to it later for perspective.

I suppose that what I mean to say is that even in tears should we feel progress, should we strain to locate paths leading to better times and places.

This is one of the things I admire about you, and it reinforces my own beliefs about refusing to be beaten.

[e_m_k]

Well, thanks! I don't mean to imply by a longshot that I succeed in doing this kind of thing on a regular basis. But lately, I really do try.