Writing has always been a therapy for me. There have been many “Dear Diary” entries, tearful summer camp letters home, creative stories, high school essays, university papers, journal entries, notes on my iPhone, drafts of angry emails to others that never got sent; the list goes on and on.
My life has always been a struggle of having so much to say, but equal trouble expressing it. There were many times (especially of confrontation) where to articulate verbally was seemed impossible, with full brain freezing, inability to form words and my tongue would literally feel twisted. However, give me a paper and pen or a keyboard and suddenly I would become exceedingly coherent. I guess expressing myself to my journal or my computer was always easier as it didn’t have an opinion, couldn’t talk back, and I have no approval issues with either medium.