I've always enjoyed writing letters to anyone that would receive them. I love writing in general. Sharing my thoughts; thoughts that I couldn't verbalize.
However...
Any time I wrote something that was impactful for me or a way for me to release my thoughts as a cry for help, no one really listens. I'm often met with the "you write very beautifully;" "that was good, I liked it;" "why do you write so dark;" but never was I asked "are you okay?"
I made up my mind that no one understood me. Despite how I felt about that, I continued to post my thoughts. Hoping that someday, someone would understand.
They seem to always understand when you're dead rather than when you're alive.
I've never been good at expressing my thoughts verbally. When I tried, my words don't really come out the way I would like it to. Or...I wouldn't be able to control my emotions.
So, why not write letters to myself?
Get those thoughts out of my head onto paper.
May not be entirely effective, but at least I'm trying to find some sort of comfort.
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Letters To Myself
RandomIn this book, I share my letters that I wrote in a notebook. Each letter expresses my raw emotion and it isn't in chronological order. It's an ineffective way to get my thoughts out, although it never left. I wanted to share my emotional rollercoas...
