I must say that nothing feels more refreshing than cleaning house. I am clearing out all of the emotional baggage that I’ve been carrying for so many years. From childhood trauma to someone I tagged as “the love of my life”, I’m letting it all go. Some people hoard personal possessions in a physical form, but I hoard my emotions. In some kind of self-deprecating way, I have allowed ill feelings to reside in my heart and mind. I have never felt bitter because of past experiences, yet the lingering memories of love lost and stolen innocence have freely claimed a part of me, and I’m ready to kick them out, for good.
For me, writing is food for my soul. It nurtures me, it soothes me. With that being said, I need to start posting more often!