Life becomes a pregnant pause when the music ends on YouTube and the only other sound in the room is my breath. I mistake it for disgust. It escapes me. If only I could, too.
With light trapped in them.
Psychologist James Pennebaker once said that whatever the form, it's most helpful to mental healing when the words create a meaningful story. Such a story can move someone from the event, through insight and toward acceptance or a solution. "There has to be growth. There has to be change. Otherwise, it's not therapy. It's theatre." Well, my blog is about both. It's my space, my vent. My catharsis. It helps me resolve. It helps me build chaos. This is where I am. With you.