I never thought I enjoyed writing, it always seemed like a chore. I’m not sure why. I wasn’t a fan of English at school – maybe this was because we’d get asked to read out loud to the class. I was shy enough without the fear of embarrassing myself because when I read I find that the words all jump around.

It was only when my therapist gave me her email address that I started to let things out in words. It felt so much easier than talking.

I felt a lot of guilt around it though. I thought I was taking the “easy option”, and not really confronting things without verbalising them. However, thinking about it now, I know I’ve processed a lot more by writing than I ever could have talking.

I find it’s a great way of processing what I’ve been through. A tool I use to work out what is, and has been, happening. I find it very therapeutic. I’m going through some pretty intense stuff in my life right now and having this blog to write is something that keeps my mind busy. An added bonus is that I’m developing a skill that will last a lifetime.

If you also enjoy writing and have a blog, I’d love to hear about it. Please leave a comment.