The other day I was exchanging a few messages with another fellow blogger about why do I write, the impostor syndrome, the OMG when one reads amazing pieces of work written by talented souls and also about being creatively ……. frozen.
It got me thinking, it got me involved in an intense dialogue with a part of me, the one which was until recently pretty frozen.
We all know that being able to express emotions through writing, painting, drawing, sculpting, being able to share with somebody (even if it is only a piece of paper or clay or canvas) the traumas you are facing helps your recovery, helps you get the validation you need, start processing, getting closure and moving on.
When one starts writing again, words … don’t come easy and when they come they might be disjointed, clunky, heavy, in bursts like the bullets out of an automatic gun.
Whoever is at this stage please know I get it and I am there as well. If you were able to break through the wall of silence, if you were able to crack the layer of metaphorical ice surrounding you… I am here to celebrate with you!
Any kind of word, any kind of creative expression coming after months, years of silence and void needs to be welcomed with open arms. It takes a monumental effort to break through the layers of trauma causing you to hide inside and scream in silence. Welcome to being able to self express again …. it is a tiny step … but it marks a new beginning …. you are reemerging just like Persephone.
So, in the first instance, writing is something I am doing for myself. It is at times a brain dump and that’s OK. It is also sharing stories with people who might be on the same path and that’s OK too.
Writing is also about letting go … letting go of any expectations in terms of good, bad piece of writing, pleasing the crowd, being judged and so on. So, it is time to simply let go, start expressing yourself and in this way reclaiming yourself bit by bit.