I need to write daily. I want to need to write daily. I want to enjoy needing to write daily.
Writing is an outlet, and I know I need that. I used to be able to make anything seem better by writing about it, writing creative nonfiction, poetry, or even little wisps of personal reflection. I tried doing sketching in my journals and I embarrassed myself. I'm not a sketcher.
Since the intervention with some family members, one has lost his job (indirectly related to the drug use. I think.), one hasn't really spoken to the family, and another pregnant family member is actually considering LIVING with one of the users. God. Damn. It.
So, what do I write about this? Right there is the incident, the Happenings, but where do I go from there? Writing from experience has heart, but it's also very scary. Putting yourself out there, exposing those emotions that are very acute and raw, is difficult.
I just talked with my pregnant sister, literally, and I think she'll stick to her plan. She knows she can't stay with someone who uses. She needs to start her own life away from the murk.
Wow. I feel much more hopeful all of sudden. This game of helplessness and hopefulness can be so exhausting!
I really just want them to live, to stay alive, and to not keep killing themselves. How do you ask someone that without breaking down?
Hey, could you please quit killing yourselves?
Do you think you could just plan on living and not die by choice?
Please. Please quit killing yourselves. Thanks.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
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This writing is powerful. I am so happy you are writing again (you say real things in a really beautiful way), and I hope this becomes an outlet that brings you some peace.
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