The Healing Power of Writing

A personal story about losing creativity after healing and finding meaning beyond pain.

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In my darkest days, writing became the friend I didn’t know I was searching for.

I remember, that was the worst time of my life.

I believed I’d never escape my own mind.

The cruelest prison is the one that feels normal.

I lived in that cage for so long, I began to believe the walls were my safety and freedom was a myth.

The one quality inside me that gave me the courage to break free from that cage was my insatiable desire to learn – to learn more about myself, and about everything around me.

I began to see things clearly that this cage was no longer a safe place for me.

This realization scared the hell out of me.

I started to feel that if I didn’t get out of this, I’d keep living an ordinary life and the truth was, my life had been ordinary only because of that cage thought was safe.

What you think can make you unstoppable or quietly destroy you from within.

Writing became the way I made sense of pain.