Why Writing Helps Me

All my life nothing really made sense to me my mind always wandered my only way to make sense of anything is writing my feelings, or making stories up in my head as a way to cope. I have been having such a rough few years adjusting to one place only to go back another. I'm used to running into the arms of my husband.

So much has happened lately I'm not sure of how to make sense of it. My old mentality is always running from bad situations. It's the only life I've ever really known. Taping into my feelings has always been hard for me. So, I write them out sharing how I feel on paper, or a document on my pc.

I want so much out of life to be a social worker open my own agency nonprofit, I want to be a full time author/blogger, and I want to be successful.

I'm not afraid of success I'm afraid of the price of that success.

I write as a coping mechasism to make sense out of everything that has ever happened to me. I didn't have friends growing up I was a slowly kid. I just kept thinking when I got lonely I would write short stories, or novels at least my characters could have the life I always wanted.

Now, I feel like I am living my greatest life with my husband. But to make sense out of everything that sense of longing is still there. That sense of knowing I want it all sort of thing.

I have lived a life that is nightmarish, now I live a life I just want my husband.

I feel like I am sharing this from the deepest of my heart as a writer sometimes it's simpler then my life right now.

My life right now is confusing because I'm still adjusting to the city life. It's been so hard adjusting to everything. My only way to cope is writing and lately I've not had the time to do that.

Today I have to write my four paragraph rough draft for my paper on my stance if I feel AI will change the world of social working and psychology. Meanwhile I'm think about all the ways I can write short stories and novel ideas for my current project. I know all I do lately is procrastinate and I'm trying to put a stop to that.

I think for me I just feel burnt out lately, mental state, physical state, and everything else in between.

Trying to cope with everything has been extremely hard.

Reality has been tough to cope lately as we all know what that's like.

I see a lot of flights coming and going, I wish I was on those flights. I have felt that need to just escape for just a time. That's wishful thinking right now, not time for me yet. I think I need to write more cope with everything better it's the little things you miss. I miss my husband, my two suitcases and carry-on of clothes. This will a tricky thing to get four suitcases and one carry-on home when it's time to bring my husband home. That will be the largest flight bill.

I have dreamed of this day for so long my husband being able to be in our apartment.

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