I write, therefore I am.

For the most part I have tried to keep the tone of this blog light, reserving the goth/emo/tortured-soul crap for my poetry blog and private journaling. But I want to share an excerpt from a letter I just finished writing, because it's something everyone can relate to in one way or another. Sometimes we need to let the brave mask slip - be reminded that we aren't alone, no one's life is perfect, others struggle just like us. And so I share a private struggle of my own with you.

You were a major event in my life and I never really got over you. In fact, my relationship with you derailed my life and I've never managed to get it back on the tracks. But I know that I am much more to blame for that than you. I still carry the baggage with me every day because I stubbornly refuse to let it go. Maybe I never will. Maybe I don't want to, because letting go would mean healing and moving on, and that's too scary.

I've been doing a lot of writing over the last few days. I even did some work on the novel I haven't touched for months and may never finish. Writing is therapeutic and I recommend it for everyone. Even if you think you have nothing to say or think you don't have the right words to say it. Don't think, just sit down and start writing. Don't worry about spell-check, and certainly don't worry about being the next William Shakespeare, just write for yourself. Write about your day. Write down the random thoughts that pop into your head. Write a letter to someone who impacted your life in some way, even if you never send it. I think you'll discover you have a lot to say.