Understand, I was only a girl
living the days as they came.
I did not know I would leave.
though I had a secret
I did not tell and will not ever, 1,040 more words
I’ve been thinking about change: how life can change in an instant or slowly and gradually, yet how the reality of change seems to descend all at once. 935 more words
Not everyone can come to my classes to write through trauma in a supportive group setting, so I decided when I started teaching that I would provide my core in-class resources on my site. 259 more words
Once upon a time, only people like Aristotle, William Shakespeare and Graham Greene knew that writing is therapeutic. ‘Give sorrow words.’ Shakespeare told us, ‘The grief that does not speak/Whispers the o’er fraught heart, and bids it break.’ Centuries later Greene added that, ‘Writing is a form of therapy; sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write, compose, or paint can manage to escape the madness, melancholia, the panic and fear which is inherent in a human situation.’ But how do we know therapeutic writing can help us feel better about ourselves and our world? 684 more words