this may or may not be getting out of hand.

for some reason i have been thinking about this one lately.

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remember that time i had this revelation about dreamy blogs?

well, it reminded me how i have always been this firm believer in expression.  therapy is good.  talking is good.  writing is good.  heck, crying is good.

i survived my "traumatic" adolescence by writing in a journal and even in a poetry journal.  yes, i wrote devastating, woe-is-me, 13 year old poetry.  and i wasn't bad at it, either.  when i was brave, i would submit it for young author's competitions in school, and win almost every time (not bragging, just stating facts, kids.).

and then i guess i got busy.  i got distracted.  yes, i would use my journal when something bad happened.  like a bad grade or a fat day or a broken heart.  but my journal became less of an every day occurrence, and more of a record of all the bad things that happened to me.  i didn't use my writing and expression as "preventative maintenance" anymore, but as a quick escape when the stress became too much for my body to handle.

which is fine.  because at least i was decompressing somehow.  but a little sad, too.

it's like anything else, i guess.  it's so easy to get out of the habit, and then you lose your "skills."  maybe it's like working out, and i'm out of writing shape.

guess i'll just have to get back in shape...