My enjoyment of writing comes from putting my thoughts down and onto paper, or a screen, however it’s done. Wherever they are released, it feels cathartic. An unloading of the random, unravelling of events, emotions, stories that maybe real, or maybe a result of my mind creating scenarios that could, may, or won’t happen.
When your brain is so full, most of the time. An intricate, intertwined ball of thoughts that benefit from being extracted, pulled apart and left on the page, to make space. Make room for the never ending supply of new worries, thoughts, ideas, stories.
Because they never stop, it doesn’t cease.
So I write to off load and for a while it helps. For a moment, It brings peace. A restful mind.
There are times I wish I could take my thoughts out. Put them in a box, pack them up, leave them on the side and allow myself a few hours to switch off, completely. That is when I write because it is almost like opening that box on the side, putting my thoughts inside, and closing it up for a short while. Finding some moments for peace, before the tsunami of thoughts starts again.
Writing helps me to find peace and refuge from an overthinking mind and the process of writing down my thoughts, gives me release. A cathartic release.
When you are feeling emotion bubbling inside, there’s nowhere to hide from it. No way to ignore it. When there’s a ball in your chest so tight, that doesn’t allow you to breathe, that keeps you aware of the anxiety that is consuming you. When you hold back, tightly to the tears in your eyes. Frightened to let go, show weakness, allow them to see any chink in your armour because you know, if they do, they will attack, bring you down, as best they can. No let up, no reprieve, they want to see you on your knees.
At those times, you retreat, into your sanctuary, your personal space and allow those feelings to escape into words. Words that never seem quite enough to express those extremes, the highs, lows, the intensity of anger, despondency, futility, never ending, ongoing, unending, barrage of obstacles and setbacks.
So you write, let it all spill out, into sentences that flow, into paragraphs which make sense to you, in your head but to others would probably seem confusing, because… they do not know the story that brought you here. They do not know what season this is in your life, they just read of the deep, ferocious, all consuming chords you are striking with your text.
They feel your pain and many can relate to points in their life that left them wading through similar fears and torment. They don’t care what the circumstance, they still empathise with you, understand the emotion, whatever the cause.
You don’t write for them though. You write for yourself. To offload, in a safe space, without burdening, without oversharing to those close to you, without giving too much to them that shows how difficult these moments are. Without being too vulnerable, because that kind of softness and openness leaves room for more heartache and sorrow.
If there’s even a small crack in your outer defence, it will be taken advantage of. You have learnt, its not worth it. So you write, for strangers who do not know why you feel this pain, but they relate and you feel supported from afar without allowing anyone a chance to open your wound and expose it.
Keep writing, laying your feelings bare for people who don’t know. It isn’t an eloquent prose or a masterpiece of the written word, no. But that doesn’t matter, it just falls out in a dialogue to yourself, an acceptance of what is, a knowing “this too will pass” and an allowing of the process, the journey of allowing it to slowly dissolve into nothing as you bring it to life, in the form of words. The process of unburdening yourself and detoxing from the misery so you will once again regain your composure and go on another day as you have before.
No one will know, only the strangers who devoured those words, in your moment and secretly, quietly, cheered you on, both you and them knowing tomorrow you will feel different but for now you need to write, through the hurt.
What are 5 + 1 everyday things that bring you happiness?
When I first sat down to think about this question, I thought I was going to struggle to find things that put a smile on my face because at the time of writing happiness feels a long way off. Once I began though, it was quite easy to find 5 things and harder to limit it to five, so I haven’t, I just couldn’t! All very simple things that I know help me in some way to find a spark of joy.
1 – Connection with family and friends, the people that are important to me. Spending time with my family and close friends creates memories, establishes closer bonds and that relationship and connection is what life is all about. One phone call, visit, letter or even text from a person in your circle who cares is enough to lighten any burden. Research has suggested that social isolation can increase chances of death by 50% and is more harmful to us than obesity or smoking. It is not always what we first think of in terms of our quality of life but connection with others is essential to a fulfilling life. Contact your friends and family often and if you feel you are lonely, go out and volunteer, join a class, a club but go and find likeminded souls to connect with and talk too.
2: Books bring me joy. A beautiful book, is a thing to cherish. Because of this, I just cannot enjoy reading on a kindle or other such electrical readers. To read is to feel the pages for me, to have a physical copy of a book you love and cherish, dog eared and tattered is part of the joy of reading and the books that I love will always be with me. I dream of having my own library within my home. It will have stunning books, I can touch with comfy loungers to sit and read on. Peaceful and inviting. A place of knowledge, imagination, solitude and total relaxation. If that doesn’t happen (and it’s unlikely) reading a book sat by the sea, with a coffee, the next best thing!
3: Music will make me move to the beat, sing to the lyrics and if I’m in the kitchen with my daughter, dance and sing. That’s got to make you happy! I’ve said this before but music makes the soul sing, brings back memories and people and helps us to express emotions. Sometimes those emotions are hard but with out a doubt if you are feeling down and play your favourite happy tunes it will raise your vibe and release stress. So, much the same as books, when it comes to music, I have my old vinyl records that are very precious to me. They hold so many memories and are for me, better than all other mediums to play music on. I treasure my LP’s and singles and a Sunday afternoon listening to my old music on vinyl and reminiscing is heavenly.
4: Writing – Getting my thoughts down on paper, or journaling has always been therapeutic for me. More so of late and is now a daily ritual for me. It’s a process that helps you work through events in life, or just your day, deal with your feelings, leaving you feeling lighter and more in control. Once memories, issues, challenges, emotions have been written on paper it is almost like they have been released and are easier to deal with. I think the thought processes that go into writing can help reduce overwhelm and anxiety and make your priorities clearer. When it comes to writing I have a bit of a thing for notebooks. Addiction maybe a better word. I adore a notebook to write in, pretty ones, inspirational ones, big ones, small ones, beautiful ones, any really. Just a blank notebook with a pretty cover, waiting for you to make it yours, write, scribble, doodle, plan.
5: Running/ Exercise – for me my exercise is running and that brings together 3 of my favourite things actually, running, music and the great outdoors all in one go! Although any exercise can be hard to find the motivation for on difficult days, it ALWAYS makes you feel better after and usually during too. It brings a sense of achievement and on days when you have not felt you have been very productive, that is a bonus and some space to think about and process your day, which can help anxiety and low mood. I often, cry, smile, laugh and dance on my runs too!
6: The greatoutdoors – walks, hikes, the sea, lakes, jut being outside lifts the spirit. I especially enjoy time by the sea but if you are feeling stressed or anxious just going outside for a walk in nature will help reduce that. If its sunny you are also getting vitamin D which is great for your bones and immune system as well as again for low mood and worry. So lace up and get outside!
When I was a child, I can remember imagining myself becoming a nurse or an author and writing books. My mum didn’t really talk about or encourage big ambition and I never really felt much more was possible than becoming a secretary or having a family of my own. When I daydreamed though I would dream of other more wild and unachievable paths in life, like writing a novel or working as a nurse in a hospital, at least they felt pretty out of reach at the time. I haven’t actually achieved either although I have always worked in a profession where I am caring for others. I almost became a nurse but never quite made it, life threw me a curve ball and took me down a different route and I never came back to it. No regrets there though, I still work in the field of care, which is in my bones but my family took priority and that feels right to me.
My caring career started as a personal journey when my first child was born with Cerebral Palsy when I was 18. That experience determined my path in supporting others who were in a similar position after my personal caring role ended. The thing is I also knew from a very young age I wanted to be a mum, have kids and that was where my heart lay so even though I hadn’t expected to be a young single mum to a disabled child, I was a mum and that felt like where I was supposed to be.
When my son passed away at 13 years old, I then pursued work in the caring arena starting as a childminder, then respite carer for disabled children, a nanny, a carer for elderly, an advocate and now a Social Prescriber for local GP surgeries. I’ve worked in social care most of my adult life and have a passion for helping others. Its a fantastic and rewarding sector but requires a lot of self care too and boundaries, especially when you have experienced social care from a personal perspective on the other end, you need to be able to separate yourself and take a step back.
As for writing, I have always enjoyed putting pen to paper, or now more fingers to the keyboard. I remember as a child my best friend and I would sit for hours with our Victoria Plumb notebooks, writing, talking and imagining our stories being made into books in their own right. Kaz and Suze, famous authors, just like the wonderful Enid Blyton, whose books I was devouring at the time. As a teenager I can remember fanatically chain-reading the Sweet Valley High series of books, whilst my hormones were racing and by the end of my teens I was a proud Stephen King and Dean Koontz horror addict.
It’s interesting because in thinking about this a memory resurfaced of a time when I was around 17/18 and I became quite low. The one and only time in the first 40 years of my life I can recall that I may have possibly had some depression. I remember sitting in my room, not wanting to leave, staying in bed but mostly, I remember writing, mainly poems. I think I still have them somewhere, in the back of a closet. They were quite dark poems and I find them difficult to read even to this day. This time of sadness and introspection soon passed and I moved into becoming a carer, in my personal and professional life and writing took a back seat.
Its intriguing to me that now, at this point in my life where I am going through some quite traumatic major life changes, I have finally come back to writing down my thoughts and seeing where it takes me. This process is becoming therapeutic to me. When I get my thoughts out and onto paper/ screen, everything feels clearer, there’s a clarifying of a situation and an unscrambling of the jumbled up stories that frequent my mind. Some fact and truth, others the result of me overthinking and hoping, catastrophising and stressing. I’m an overthinker and have recently become aware of the stories I can allow myself to create in my head which are not based on fact, so I am learning to come back to what is real. Writing helps with that. So for now this little blog is my therapy I think, my thought decipherer, and the blog allows me to explore ideas and thoughts about myself and that’s enough for me. Who knows maybe one day I’ll get that one book written and become the author I dreamt of being as a child but if nothing else writing heals.
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