Taking a pen to paper or my fingers to the keyboard is therapy.
When I’m not writing for my job in the role of a journalist, I’m writing for myself, which is the best kind of writing you can do. Whether those words ever see eyes that aren’t mine is another story.
Writing has helped save my sanity on so many late-night occasions that I can’t thank it enough. When the confusion, frustration and other boiling emotions build up inside, there’s no better feeling than unleashing it through your hand onto a piece of paper. You write so hard that the pain transfers to your hand, feeling the burn and unleashing it to a different source. You let every thought and word flow in an organizational pattern outside of your mind and into something that makes much more sense than it does while racing through your head after midnight.
I’ve been keeping a journal since September, an idea I finally realized after months of first considering it. Since then, I’ve filled its pages with a number of various thoughts from previous days and weeks. When you don’t have anyone to talk to, those lined white pages can become a reliable friend. The subject matter ranges from simple observations about life to more serious soul searching. Like most people, I’m still trying to figure myself out.
Unfortunately, I don’t think I’ve found too many answers just yet. But that’s okay, I’m not sure if answers are supposed to be the by-product of those writing exercises. Instead, they clear my mind for the night, a relieving feeling always welcomed when I can’t fall asleep.
Other times, writing is simply nothing more but a great way to spend an hour or two. When your mind is blank and your day is dull, finding the inspiration to write creatively can be difficult. Once you do break out of a funk, put your thoughts out on a page and move on, it’s a step in the right direction that brings a positive boost to your self.
And that’s why I recommend to anyone, writer or not, to try writing for yourself and no one else. Whether you want to take your thoughts public on a blog or start a private journal, reflecting on feelings, emotions and your life’s adventures (or lack thereof), it can only be healthy for your mind. I know it has been for me. If you’re like me, you don’t like complaining to people, talking about yourself and you certainly don’t want pity for a single thing. A journal provides the perfect outlet.
Not everyone can write for a living, but everyone can write for themselves. There’s a big difference in writing a five-page paper for your history class and writing a short, concise entry into a journal that once completed will probably never be revisited by you or anyone else again. You aren’t being graded or judged by your inanimate journal – only accepted.
I have a whole lot of “archived” writings I wish I had the guts to release. A few times in the last couple of months I’ve risen from a half slumber and instead of forcing myself to sleep, jumped on my computer to click clack away even more reflections on life. Each and every time I returned to my bed, the words I had written out of my head stayed on my computer. Things became clear for that single moment.
And so maybe someday I’ll release more personal writing. For now, you’re mostly stuck with reading my film reviews and the occasional reflective piece on reflecting.
Besides, do you really want to know what trouble goes on inside my mind after midnight?