I forget where I first saw this line, but I find it so true:
Ink is cheap therapy.
I’m talking about writing, not tattoos. I have no experience with the latter, and do not care to. Writing, on the other hand, is a dear friend. Sometimes I find that simply sitting down and writing helps my mind unkink itself. Seeing your thoughts on paper somehow makes them more real, more permanent, more . . . kinetic.
Fears or dreams roaming in the mind do little more than upset mental furniture. In order to produce change in the world these thoughts have to be released on the world as we know it. Once they are released the laws of physics kick in: every action produces an equal and opposite reaction.
Once I wrote a thought down and I was immediately repulsed and embarrassed by it. I could not blot it out fast enough. Many other times I found peace spreading through my soul as I wrote out my thoughts and the words God seemed to be placing on my heart. For better or for worse we speak things into existence when we write them.
Writing becomes even deeper therapy when we write what has hurt us, grieved us, saddened us. I find peace as I acknowledge what I am feeling. Over the past few years I have done hospital visits from time to time in my church work and I have found, as my dad explained to me once, that people just want to be heard. Everyone wants to be validated, to know that their feelings matter and are not lost in the sea of humanity. You do not need to agree with them, you simply need to validate their thoughts, feelings and opinions.
When no one is around to tell us our thoughts and feelings matter, writing is our way of telling ourselves your thoughts and feelings matter. You are not crazy. Acknowledging and validating feelings and thoughts and experiences allows us to move on and not be trapped by them. Feelings such as fear, and memories of injuries and wrongs are poison, and if we do not rid our system of the poisons floating around in our bodies, we will not be able to live fully as God intended. Fear, and Satan himself, only have a hold on us when we hide in secrecy. His biggest fear is that we will bring things out into the light and see that we can indeed move on and find healing.
Ink is cheap therapy. What do you need to write down so that you can move on?