I think my heart is manifesting in physical pain. I was offered medication, but I don’t like taking that sort of thing so I haven’t. We are being told we need to talk to someone-a counselor. The thing is, I can talk until I’m blue in the face and it won’t change a thing. Maybe it helps some people, but it hasn’t helped me. In fact, it makes me push things further down. Then, more anxiety. More pain.
Writing, however, has been very therapeutic for me. It’s also not forced, its whenever I feel like reflecting. It’s on my own terms. And no one is telling me what to do to make it better. Or giving me pat answers.
Because nothing will be better until I work through my own feelings. Until healing comes and soothes my heart.
Until my soul finds peace.