writing...
OK, so, I took my psych final today and it didn't exactly go as I hoped... well, actually that's kind of expected when you don't study. My grades aren't going to be "good" this semester, but oh well there's always next time. And I did absolutely NOTHING today. It's kinda nice, but not when everyone else is studying and you're bored. So I wrote. Simple as that. I did it for maybe 5 minutes but I did feel a little better after. I didn't write this one today, but it makes me feel good when I read it. There are also some other things that make me smile... but I won't get into that just yet. So much to tell and not a long enough attention span to tell it...
Writing is my therapy. It is there to calm my nerves and soothe me when I am anxious.
It is peaceful and calm.
It reaches out and speaks words to me that don't exist.
They are my words.
They are my thoughts, ideas, dreams, fears, emotions... the list goes on as I never stop thinking.
There is a constant flow of something that just needs to pour out.
Just let go and let the pen wander along the page.
Happy with the results or not, this therapist doesn't judge.
It doesn't look down on you. It doesn't think you're crazy. It doesn't pretend to care.
Writing has no opinion.
It also happens to have no voice... until you give it one.
I can say whatever I want and no one can stop me.
I have the power to pick and choose what messages I want to deliver. I can also choose if I want to keep them.
This is my time. These are my words and they will never be taken from me.
Writing is my therapy. It is there to calm my nerves and soothe me when I am anxious.
It is peaceful and calm.
It reaches out and speaks words to me that don't exist.
They are my words.
They are my thoughts, ideas, dreams, fears, emotions... the list goes on as I never stop thinking.
There is a constant flow of something that just needs to pour out.
Just let go and let the pen wander along the page.
Happy with the results or not, this therapist doesn't judge.
It doesn't look down on you. It doesn't think you're crazy. It doesn't pretend to care.
Writing has no opinion.
It also happens to have no voice... until you give it one.
I can say whatever I want and no one can stop me.
I have the power to pick and choose what messages I want to deliver. I can also choose if I want to keep them.
This is my time. These are my words and they will never be taken from me.