Sharing the Dark.

It’s interesting how sometimes writing, or talking about something can be very freeing.

Writing about sadness, or pain, or a loss of interest in something can actually help rekindle that interest, release that pain, relieve the weight of that sadness.

I’ve noticed that it happens quite often with me.

Writing, sharing, discussing. It’s cathartic. Healing in a way nothing else really is.

Sometimes I find myself worrying that it makes me a hypocrite.

“I just talked about how sad I am, and now I feel fine? What the hell!?”

It’s amazing though, when that happens.

That release. That expulsion of whatever poison was festering inside.

If you don’t know what I mean, you should try it.

Write down those things that are bothering you. Share them with someone you trust. Expel them into the universe.

Hear what someone outside of your head thinks of it.

It can level you in a way that nothing else can. Bring you back to a point where you can view things a bit more objectively.

Is it foolproof?

Of course not. Nothing is.

We’re human after all.

I do find that, more often than not, it does help. Even if only a little.

When it does, it’s wonderful.

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