Writing Raw
Writing raw is where the truth lives before my brain gets the chance to second-guess it.
It’s my space.
It’s the one place where my mind gets to dump all my feelings without having to be palatable, polished, or okay; I just get to be completely real. I can put it all down, and when I leave it on the page, I don't have to carry it all by myself. Anymore.
Later, I can go back, reread it, and ask myself if I still feel the same way. It’s not even about “growing”; it’s about looking back without judgment and figuring out if those thoughts came from a place of anxiety or from my secure center. I don't have to apologize for being who I was in that moment, but I do get to see if I view things differently now.
Writing raw is just so relieving. It’s like setting down a heavy backpack I didn't even realize I was carrying. It gives me the breath and the distance to think, figure things out, or just sit back and say, “Okay. I hear you. Now where do we go from here?”
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