Right now I am completely and utterly wrecked and ruined after an unexpected break-up. I know that time will heal and that I will be ok in the end but I am impatient and not prepared to wait for the end so I've been desperately searching for something that may soothe in the short term.
The one thing that I have found that works and really works (unlike wine which only pretend works) is writing. I have made a blog and I am recording my pain every day as if it were interesting.
Doing this has made me realise that I want to be a writer, not a professional, just a person who writes. I don't properly know why on top of that, I want people to read what I write. I do (rather selfishly) want to share my sadness but there is also something about the contact with strangers. It is comforting whilst not being oppressive like the sympathetic hugs from friends.
As time goes by I guess and hope that things will change - that I will change and that my reasons for writing will too. I do want though for this drive to stay.
I don't know why I am posting here, I tried to post this in Creative Writing but it is quiet there. I don't really want to talk about the break-up though - I want to write about that and talk about writing.
(So thank you for reading but feel completely free to ignore!)