I may never become an author or publish more than I've published already. I may never write the masterpiece I'd like to. But today I saved myself from a tsunami of negative feelings solely with writing. And that's something huge. As soon as I stopped tapping the keyboard, I could hear the rush of sadness, disappointment, jealousy, frustration avalanching toward me, ready to drown me and freeze me. So I just kept on writing, without pausing, thinking, analyzing.
After one hour I felt the negativeness starting to shrink, as there was no fuel left for it. I had been diminishing it with writing. Felt better, stronger and ready to face the challenges ahead.
But here's the best part of the whole process: the text I tapped in distress was of course mostly utterly bullshit, but covered in bullshit I could find few sentences worth re-thinking. So in addition to acute therapy, my frantic writing session served also creative purposes.
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