I am in the process of re-organising my files, books, papers, computer files and all the material I have collected over the last 16 years in this home, plus the ‘stuff’ that came with me in the previous four moves.
I always find it hard to make up a file title let alone a snappy title for an article, blog piece or book. Definitions of words have to be checked out for my ideas and they can often give a clue to something quite profound.
My journal writing files are full of typed documents, scribbling, sketches, photos, film clips and music. How did someone who wasn’t much of a writer at school come to begin pouring out poetry and prose when I was coming up for thirty years old?
Therapy. Therapeutic. Downloading swirling emotions into words and drawings and onto pages. Better out than in. Better than clogging up my inner world.
I found this link whilst trawling the internet: http://welldoing.org/article/expressive-writing-for-mental-wellbeing