Writing for Revelation, Writing for Healing
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April Sweazy
December 2010
Contributor
Written by
April Sweazy
December 2010
True Confession: I'm horrible at journaling. I've started a journal a few dozen times and have failed miserably at it each time. Journaling and I just don't get along, in much the same way that Mother Nature and I do not get along. I've discussed journaling with a mentor of mine at great length. She faithfully keeps a journal and has told me how freeing it can be to write down your innermost thoughts. I get that part, really I do. I'm just exceptionally bad at it. Keeping a journal may not do anything for me personally, but I do have my writing and my characters. I can dump every unspoken fear wish and desire into those characters. Something as simple as a song or a poem or a comment spoken by someone in passing can bring up an old and forgotten memory, or remind me of something recent, and I can go home and form the beginning structures of a short story. One deep emotion or powerful memory can spark hours of writing, pouring truths into my characters that I would have never spoken aloud. Ultimately I find in these instances that I stumble across revelations about myself staring at me from the words freshly typed on the screen or written in my notebook, feelings I may not have realized I even had until I see them written in black and white. I find this process opens me up to feel and heal, it's a gift writing gives to me. Writing my way through, that's what I call it. Through whatever it is that's troubling me at the time. Usually with no grand ideas that lots of people will read whatever it is and love it. I write for me first and foremost. Awhile back a relationship that I thought was with my forever someone ended, and I wrote my way through that pain. Last year a dear friend and mentor was diagnosed with cancer, and she was gone by late December, within six months of diagnosis. I'm still writing my way through that grief, and my current work in progress will be dedicated to her. There are distinct pieces of her in what I write, in one of my characters in particular. Writing my way through. All the vulnerabilities and deep hurts of my heart are cast into my writing everyday, without limits. It helps me reflect and heal. I can say anything I want or need in the context of my writing and there is no right or wrong. Every raw emotion is real, heard and healed through the words written. The things I may not be able to bring myself to say, I can write without restriction and find solace, comfort, and yes healing. Aside from being a form of expression, I find writing gives me strength and never fails to teach me something about myself. There are many gifts to be had when you pick up your pen to write. It's a blank canvas waiting for you. Some people journal, and I applaud them because I am miserable at it, but there is still healing and personal revelation to be found woven into the pages of a fictional story, book, novel, whatever you choose to call it. I know there are pieces of me in mine, big and little pieces, older and newer pieces, and I think I am better for it, and my writing is better for it.

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