Writing to me is my therapy. This is where I get to released my feelings and emotions; a way for me to express my thoughts.

“I don’t care if you don’t want to tell me things. But I do care that what we do tell each other is the truth.” Stephanie Butland

Many times, these feelings and emotions and words, flow out freely. It’s like I am talking to an invisible friend who is there to listen without judgement.

And there are also times in which I couldn’t find the right words. It’s those moments where you know you are a mix of different emotions. You know it is there, but you couldn’t put a face to it. And all I could do is cry. Today is one of those days.

“I suppose it’s the fact that these small memories come from the kind of tiny reminders that you simply can’t predict, and so can’t protect yourself from, and they catch you, paper cuts across the heart.” Stephanie Butland

But then, I realized that I don’t need to always have a face for these emotions or need to find the right words. Writing can also be faceless, emotionless, and vague.

Today has also taught me that in writing, I don’t have to camouflage the ugly.

Ugly is ugly. Wrong is wrong.

It is what it is.

“Our pasts are as unfixed as our futures, if you think about it. And I like the freedom I have to tell a different story.” Stephanie Butland

Until next time,