Yesterday I posted about writing as therapy, and about how I was processing anger. So, in the end, that piece of writing was important to both the story and to me as a person, but it didn’t go the way I expected. I was trying cathartic rage, but instead, I ended up writing something more important, deeper. Something that I needed to know about where the rage comes from in me and how it takes over.
I’m not saying it’s gone, or that all of a sudden I’m okay, but I am saying that I have a deeper knowledge of myself through the writing and that maybe it will help in the future.