Writing Is My Therapy

As I worked through all my emotions last week, I also happened to hurt my foot enough that I could no longer put any weight on it.  (I should have known to stop running, yet I figured it couldn’t be hurt that badly so I went for one more run, which seems to have done me in.  Unfortunately.)

Anyways, this post is not about my foot. It’s about last week and all my very real and uncomfortable emotions.


Most days I have no idea what I’m going to write about, and I just sit down and see what comes out.  Some days I literarily laugh out loud as I write.  Other days I just smile because I cannot help but smile.  And some days, I just procrastinate on writing, because I know I’m not ready to dive into what’s been jumping around my mind.  And other days I turn to Mr. MPB in desperation and say I have nothing to say that anyone wants to read about.

And more often then I’d like to admit, I’ll be sitting at my desk with tears running down my cheeks.  I make no secrete of the fact that my life hasn’t been a fairy tale, and whether I’m living through some sort of current catastrophe or living in the memories of a past loss, my emotions are very real and often raw.

For instance, last week I knew what I needed to write.  I knew I had to face the emotions around the 20th anniversary of my mom and sister being killed in a car accident.  I started writing Friday’s post earlier in the week, then I edited it almost daily throughout the week.  Each day, I had tears rolling down my cheeks as I worked through memories that I normally push to the outer edges of my mind.  Continual drafting and editing is not typical for me, but this was different and I knew I needed to spend the time.  Simply, I needed to face the emotions I’ve been hiding from.

In the end, I pushed the publish button, once again sharing my uniquely broken yet healing self with the world.

I realize Friday’s post isn’t an award winning piece of writing.  But that’s not my goal.

My goal is entirely different.  I think back to when I started this blog, the reason I chose to start writing was that I knew others had to be going through Recurrent Pregnancy Loss, in silence, just like me.  I wanted to share my experiences and if I help just one other person, then I knew My Perfect Breakdown was worth the time and effort.

Looking back through my life I now laugh at the amount of times in my life people have suggested I write.  I literally cannot count the times I’ve been given journals and been encouraged to write about my life.  I was simply never willing too.  Then one day, in a moment of desperation, I googled how to start a blog.  And then, I started writing on my blog.

And now, somewhere along the way, I began realizing how therapeutic writing is for me.  As altruistic as my initial intentions were with creating My Perfect Breakdown, it turns out that writing is the best therapy I’ve ever had.  This blog has truly become a part of who I am, and I firmly believe writing helps me be a better person.

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11 Comments on “Writing Is My Therapy

  1. I like what you write! honestly I do… I cry with you, laugh with you and sometimes roll my eyes at you too :))
    Each morning, I religiously log on to word press at 9:10 AM, and boom, there is a new post from MPB. I quite honestly get pissed off when I don’t see a new post from you.. haha. You are like my morning newspaper to be enjoyed with my cuppa..
    Keep writing..


  2. Yes to this. A thousand times yes. Writing is the best therapy, and then when people read it and say “me, too” it can help you feel so much less alone, so much better in the midst of the pain. Keep on writing. I don’t always comment but I love what you write.


  3. I love reading your posts, even if they aren’t about anything specific or exciting! Sometimes I think those are the best ones to read, because it reminds me/us that we’re all just humans, living life in one big world together. Writing is my therapy as well…and it’s kinda sad that now that I’m home all the time, I push off doing something that I know is so helpful and something that comes so easily to me. It’s such a good way to work through all your thoughts and emotions! So keep on writing, friend!!


  4. I believe writing is healing. I have lost my sanity time and again and you can absolutely tell by the fact that I stop writing. People won’t read it most of the time. I’ll often delete it. But it was there and it was an important step to get me going. Your stories are deep and your emotions are real. That is enough.


  5. I love your blog. I am sad for the heartache ypu have suffered but it is also comforting to know that a person can suffer that and be compassionate, loving and happy.

    I cry, laugh and smile along with you and though we are on different continents, we share those moments together ❤


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