This post was written for the Insecure Writer’s Support Group where we share our encouragement or insecurities on the first Wednesday of the month, to join the group or find out more click here.
OPTIONAL IWSG DAY QUESTION:
What started you on your writing journey? Was it a particular book, movie, story, or series? Was it a teacher/coach/spouse/friend/parent? Did you just “know” suddenly you wanted to write?
What started me on my writing journey was none of the above,
or to become famous.
Or tap into my imagination.
It came down to how much venom a person can carry before they explode all over their world. Leaving emotional scars on people they say they love. Leaving words that should have never been said hanging between me and the rest of the world.
It’s a fact that teenagers are full of emotion. It’s part of what makes Young Adult books so inviting.
That wasn’t me.
I lived in a darkness that kept me angry and I was pretty vocal about it. It got so bad, I often heard the people around me ask me to just shut, let it go or—the worst of the bunch–to get over it.
I went to counselling to find answers to questions like:
Why are we here?
Why do two-year brothers die?
Why do I constantly hear the last words I said to him?
Counselling helped, but it took years.
Meanwhile, I discovered how cathartic it was to write out what no one wanted to hear. I could go on and on until I was exhausted. No one interrupted me. No one told me to let it go or get over it. No one judged.
The biggest bonus was I didn’t have to carry my venom around with me anymore.
I accidentally discovered that if I went on and on long enough, I could sort out my feelings. Zero in on the crux of what triggered me. Recognize answers that worked for me. And eventually could make decisions that were not only good for me but also logical and safe.
When I say writing saved my life, it is not an exaggeration.
How about you? Do you write to sort out a problem or rid yourself of emotions you’d rather not let loose on anyone or am I the only one?