This was one of the first quotations I marked. What are our prisons? For me, some are
- Grief over terrible events several years ago. Unprocessed grief.
- Crippling anxiety with our without cause.
- Trouble reading.
- Trouble speaking--speed, the wrong words...
- Chronic pain
I can also see this applying to addiction and to literal prisons. Writing allows one to unearth shame, guilt, and fear and pour them into the paper container (or the blog, etc.) where it loses power over one even as the vessel stays warm in case one can make creative use of the mess someday.
The more I write, the freer I feel. I need that anytime outlet.
