Friday Reflections #6
The year 2015 had promised a lot and it delivered a lot too. I had hoped for a positive start to 2016 as well, but life is balancing the scales this year, I suppose. Right from New Year’s Day, till today, the year has been a mix of a little positivity, but more of worry, anxiety, confusion, sadness, frustration… and when such a cloud hovers over life, it takes a toll on the heart and the mind. These have brought a lot of unexpected and unwanted results too. I have been ill, missed deadlines, forgotten to stay in touch with few friends I didn’t want to lose touch with.
The silver lining to the cloud has been that I have written more than I might have. Over the years, I’ve always believed in the cathartic nature of writing. It had been a period of depression that got me back into writing in the first place. It’s not easy to share some things with parents or family, or even friends, for some things, they cannot understand, and at times, will not understand. I knew that, so I couldn’t share it with them. I still cannot. I possibly will not ever. To try to let go of what is holding me down, without having an understanding voice to share it with, that’s undeniably difficult. It was for me. One of my friends understood that back then, and he told me about the therapeutic power of art. The way he talked about it, I knew it meant something to him, for I had seen the way his drawings, more than colors, had life in them. He knew I had been a poet who wrote a lot for inter-school competitions and such, and asked me to start a blog. Had I not begun to write then, I might not have written – ever.
Even now, when I feel the heaviness of thoughts pulling me down into a dark place, I turn to writing to pull myself into the light. At times, I admit, it is tempting to give myself in to the darkness, but unlike then, I do have more friends who know what I have to do to find the light, so they push me to write something… anything. It doesn’t have to be the exact thoughts that are pulling me down. When I write, it’s like I’m casting a Patronus. The happiness I feel while writing pushes any darkness away. And my friends are like the sweet chocolate after that. They add the warmth back to my life, and I feel better.
There are very few things I consider as an affirmation. The one that I really believe in, and have lived to do so, is this – “Writing is therapeutic.”
(© 13th June 2016)