The Healing Power of Writing: Expressing Emotions

Sharing emotions through words is what sets humans apart from animals. Remember, when we used to sit to write letters.

From childhood, we have had this habit of sharing anything with family members, friends, relatives and in this digital world, through social media with the whole world.

We make them listen to us. Whether it’s the excitement of achieving something or the pain we are going through.

As we grow up, the circle of our listeners gets smaller. The situation and circumstances make it difficult for us to share anything with anyone.

We find it difficult to find the ears with whom we can open up, freely and without any inhibitions.

Sometimes our shy nature doesn’t allow us to do the same, ‘what others will say or think’ is another hindrance.

For me specifically, many of the things are applicable and that’s why, I feel writing is my go-to thing, to express, open up, exhibit, revolt, rebel and put me as it is.

I thank the inventors of words and those who devised writing. I can’t even imagine how my life would be if writing were not there to help me out.

It acts as a friend, who is always an ear to us. The friend, who doesn’t judge you, never stops you from expressing in whatever ways you want to.

We keep writing and it paves the road for the words. It’s a path which has no end to it.

It also doesn’t get into any bias. Whatever I feel, I am always right.

The ecstasy of joy, the deep pain and sorrows from the world.

A line or two or sometimes a long column.

Sometimes in write-up format or other times, the words turned into rhymes making it a poem.

It also gives me a chance to correct. I can write and rub, and keep doing it umpteen times, but not a single time, writing – my friend ever accosted me for it.

As per my mood, it helped me to weave the emotions, and let the words flow into different moods, a mix of emotions.

Writing is always considerate of me in happiness, sadness, excitement, and shyness.

When felt humiliated, insulted, appreciated, neglected, beaten, and many more emotions, same like a mother who is always considerate of her kids.

Writing is another breath for me. My life always thinks in terms of words, always speaking to that friend who never feels tired of listening to me.