I wrote my first "book" when I was 7.
There was something about writing that was addicting. I loved filling pages with notes, characters, stories, journal entries, poems, you name it, anything that I could reread back to myself to learn more about who I was and this new world I was in.
It was my security. It was my mirror. It was how I managed to grow up in one piece.
Fast forward to today, and the only emotional writing I really have time for is this blog.
Until last week, when I picked up a blank notebook and went at it.
And I'm happy to report: the calling is back. The voracious filling is back. The never ever stopping is back.
I visited a healer on Saturday who told me that she was gathering a creativity in my energy that wanted to be released. I laughed in confirmation after she said, "For some reason, writing keeps coming up."
I'm not the only person who believes this irreplaceable art form is beneficial (and addicting). There are countless studies done on the benefits of writing down affirmations, gratitude lists, lists of what you did well in a day, etc. It all improves your happiness and quality of life.
It helps to heal trauma.
It helps you to understand yourself.
It helps you to understand the world.
It helps others to make sense of a messy world.
James Pennebaker is a researcher at the University of Texas Austin and an author of a book titled Writing to Heal.
In his book, Pennebaker says:
Emotional upheavals touch every part of our lives. You don't just lose a job, you don't just get divorced - these things affect all aspects of who we are - our financial situation, our relationships with others, our views of ourselves, our issues of life and death. Writing helps us focus and organize the experience.
I want you to write today. Something will be released. Something may even be resolved. Something new will come up - something you didn't even know what there. This is the portal to your soul.
So take out a pen and paper (a REAL pen and REAL paper!), do whatever ritual you have to do, and get at it.