I started writing more consistently at a time in my life when I was looking for my way back. That was about five years ago, I was a lost sheep.
I was coming out of a long and difficult relationship, I had a job that didn’t really make me happy, and I tried as best I could to keep my head above water by telling my therapist about my life once a week.
There were three of us at each session, my therapist, me and his dog. I don’t hide my surprise from you at first, and then over time, I got used to it. The huge Leonberg would sit next to me or lie at my feet while I told my heart stories. I wonder what he thought of my adventures, the dog.
This therapy helped me see life more positively, and it worked quite well, but I felt I was missing something. I needed another support, another outlet to allow me to get out of the tunnel a little faster and find the light again.
“Put me in a place of pain, a place of hurt, a place of confusion and I turn into a f*cking artist.” — Jessica Lovejoy
I then found in writing the ideal complement to my psychotherapy sessions. It wasn’t the first time I wrote, but it was the first time I exposed myself through words online. I wrote to clear my head and try to give less priority to everything that bothered me. I wrote to try to find solutions to my problems, and to find a better-marked path.
And it was working! Or at least, I felt like I was moving forward step by step and enjoying myself. Every time it came time to publish, I felt that little relief that we all feel here when we bring a new story to life. I was able to put words to the thoughts that were colliding in my head, and I was relieving myself a little more each day of the weight I was feeling on my shoulders.
As Jessica, one of my favorite writers around here, wrote so well, going through these difficult moments in my life allowed me to write and create. Yeah, I was becoming an artist!
But more importantly, I thought to myself that if it felt good for me, it could also feel good for others who were going through the same things as me.
“Writing isn’t about making money, getting famous, getting dates, getting laid, or making friends. In the end, it’s about enriching the lives of those who will read your work, and enriching your own life, as well. It’s about getting up, getting well, and getting over. Getting happy, okay? Getting happy.” — Stephen King, On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft.
Since then, therapeutic writing has never really left me. It’s less present because I am much better, but it’s always there, discreet, and ready to help me in case of a hard time if I feel the need.
Today, I can write when I am sad, when I am happy, when I am tired, when I am in great shape, when I’m alone, when I’m in love, when it rains, when the sun shines, when it is hot, when it is cold, in the morning, in the afternoon, in the evening, and at night.
As writers, inspiration comes to us at any time, and often when we least expect it. That’s what’s magical about writing. It’s always there to surprise you.
More recently, I discovered an interest in writing poems and haikus. I would never have thought I would be able to write this kind of writing, let alone in a language that is not my mother tongue. And yet it happened! I started by reading a lot of them, and then I dared to take the plunge.
Last night, in a special issue of the magazine “Psychologie positive” devoted to creative writing, I read an interesting passage about haiku writing and writing in general terms. Here is a passage, translated into English:
It’s restrictive, but it’s an excellent exercise because writing is an art of selection: you can never write everything, so you have to learn to suggest rather than try to say everything.
Suggest rather than try to say everything.
Writing poetry has opened me to other horizons and stimulated my creativity. You should try it!
“The purpose of a writer is to keep civilization from destroying itself.” — Albert Camus
I wanted to leave you with this quote from Albert Camus. I don’t know if it’s really necessary for me to add anything.
So please, write, no matter what. Let words invade your lives, because it can only do you good, and surely others good, too.
Thank you all for your reading, your presence, and your kindness. Thank you also for your stories, which bring me a lot every day, which bring us all a lot.