I sometimes stop when I see myself in the mirror. I do not often recognize the person reflected back.
I see a tired person, who is starting to show age. I am not sure that is me.
I wonder why people write. I started to clear my head. I find that there are thoughts tangled and woven into the fabric of my brain, and late at nights, I can not clear them away. They lurk and wait for me to ask them to come forth.
So I started writing. And journalizing. And getting hand cramps.
Then I discovered blogs. Oh! I can type! And I can touch type! Something that would have helped me get a job several years ago, but I digress.
I write to get the thoughts out.
I write to clear the depression out and to force myself to do something about it
I write to convince myself my kids are normal…without the bounds of normal at least.
I write to express what I can’t otherwise.
Why do you write? This is rhetorical. You don’t have to comment, but something to think about!
Not commenting on why I write, but your observation of yourself in the mirror. It’s what I see, too. A tired woman, beginning to get lines and with all sorts of flaws. It’s too bad that we look at ourselves and know that others see the same thing, not knowing that what they’re seeing is just the container, not the person. Sigh.
I used to write to get my feeling out, but I had a ournal ofmine stlen frommy car when I was 18 and I am afraid to have thme in print!! Now I talk things out.usually with my best friend. Every single day. I statred my blog as a way to keep my friends and family up to date on our lives and share pictures. But I found that I like to write about other things too. Just not too personal…
Sorry about that last reply, I REALLy need to spell check…I barely have time to comment, though!
I have been writing in a journal of some kind since I was 13. I am definitely a “verbal processor”. I have to talk things out. Writing is another very effective way for me to sort out my thoughts. When there is an issue in my mind, whether it is a troubling one, an exciting one, a love interest, whatever…I simply *have* to get it out. And a journal is one listener that will never interrupt you or tell you that you talk too much!