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When Writing Hurts More Than It Helps

Writing is hard. On one hand, it helps. On the other, writing hurts. It’s therapeutic at times. But some days when I pick up a pen, I return to a difficult past.

On bad writing days, I wonder why I’m wasting my time. On better ones, I tell myself there is nothing else I’d rather be doing.

Over the summer, I actually took a break from creative writing. I thought it was much needed.

I fell in love with writing because it allowed me to reclaim my happiness. Then again, writing can be painful too.

I recall the past when I write, only to realize it’s gone. I don’t have yesterday anymore. I only have today.

For better or worse, I will write. I’m never going to let anyone stop me.

Writing gives me the chance to start again. I have to make a conscious effort to start anew. Easier said than done but it must be done. Even if I spend the rest of my life trying, at least I can die knowing that I tried. I made an effort. I didn’t quit, give up. I won’t take the easy way out. That’s not fair to myself. Easy isn’t always better.

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When Writing Hurts

I love writing. For the most part, writing is the best and most wonderful thing to ever happen to me.

I enjoy the act of putting words to paper. I do. But sometimes, writing isn’t pleasurable.

Some days, it isn’t enjoyable.

Writing can hurt. Writing can be painful. And not in the literal sense. Not even in the oh-I-don’t-know-what-to-say-next sense.

Writing hurts when you know what to say but you can’t bear to say it out loud or in this case, to write it down.

For me, it’s the fear. The fear that putting those words on paper will make it true. Even if I know deep down, those words were always true to begin with.

Writing the truth is harder than it seems. Not always. But every now and then, the truth is too difficult to write about. And when the truth is too much for me to handle, I blog. Because I know someone, somewhere will read this post and go, “YEAH! I can agree with that.” Or, “What she says make sense.” Maybe even, “I can relate to how she is feeling.” Even if that one reader doesn’t leave a comment acknowledging that fact, I can feel it in my heart. All it takes is one person. If I can change one person’s life, even if it’s just a tiny bit, I know I am doing something right.