"You should go to therapy."
"I'm a writer. I don't give that shit away for free".
A lot has happened over the past year.
Good stuff, bad stuff, amazing stuff, awful stuff.
Most of it hasn't been processed by me.
I rarely talk to friends about feelings, problems, or anything that's going on in my life, in general, to be quite frank.
Always in denial of how I'm feeling, wanting to be positive at all times, stifling myself, ripping myself off of the opportunity to be a complete emotional being.
Now, this shit has to go somewhere.
In his world-famous book "The Power of Now", Eckhart Tolle talks about the "painbody". A being made up of past emotions you haven't fully processed or adequately analyzed, reacted to and understand why they exist, coming into the present from time to time to ruin your day.
As I keep being haunted by stuff I can't change anymore and should, for lack of practicality and my own sanity, let go, I will use my Steemit blog as an outlet to process what has happened. How I felt. How I feel now. All that good stuff.
Because what do they say: Writing is my therapy.
At least on Steemit I feel like a few people are listening. You might not care, or be able to comment, help, but knowing you'll read my stuff is enough. Maybe you'll learn something. Share similar experiences, stories. Who knows.
Now, all of this sounds like a massive wreck right now.
That's certainly not the case.
I simply know that if I don't work through this now, it will keep coming back for a long time, until it eats me alive.
So, I have to sacrifice my happiness momentarily.
This won't be some BS self-help, advice, personal development crap. There's enough of that out there already. Yes, even on Steemit. It's getting bad.
What this will be is this: me sharing some of my stories from the past. Reflecting on them. Moving forward.
