We are we are we are we're just children
Finding our way around indecision
We are we are we are rather helpless
Changes forever
Whisper to a scream
ICYCLE WORKS
Yesterday I spoke of the value of writing as some form of self therapy. Some commented about it being a form of meditation. Both notions and ideas are correct.
As last night wound down, my friend sent me his first stab at writing. It was good and it seemed to do the same things writing for me has done. To give me a little foundation. To relate to the rest of the people I know that despite what people appear to be, we all suffer and question and doubt. Some of us are just better at faking it.
After I read my buddy’s entry, I was overcome with a thought that I had to articulate to him. I sent the following. “I know that my instinct about it (writing) is right. But reading what you said reiterates what I think about why. We all want to scream out about what’s happening inside us.” Most of us never will.
How many of us ever talk about what’s going on inside us? Statistics say that about 42% of the US population has sought out therapy at some point during their life. I can’t extrapolate how much of that was early in their lives but 60% of people just aren’t.
We are putting on our big boy/girl pants and dealing with shit. Or pushing it down deep (my preference). If people aren’t seeking help and or don’t know where to start. Then why not give writing and journaling or whatever you want to call it a shot. As I often ask people who have fears or misgivings about trying something or changing something: “What’s the absolute worse thing that could happen?” Nothing is almost always the answer.
To be clear. Not all of therapeutic value is because we are suffering. Writing can help you get to the heart of an idea that sparks a new project. It can help solve problems. You can use it to define what you’re about (your why) or you can record a cool memory about your life.
Not all screams are scary. Yell for joy if that’s what you feel like.
Just start.
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