Writing is very therapeutic.
Current Forensic Psych Major that's been writing for over 20 years who is determined to be an author.
Thanksgiving Eve 2020: I'm not going to lie. I had a breakdown about 1 am. Cried for 2 hours. Told my daughter, Zoe, not to expect anything on Thanksgiving day. I had gone off my meds a few weeks ago totally forgetting I had yet to survive the holidays and clearly realize now that was a mistake. I made some chocolate milk and took my "happy pill".
I've burned the doormat that said Welcome to My Home Take your boots and the monster that fills them To another door Fill their home with your wicked intentions