Good question. I started writing in a journal a few years ago and am still amazed when I go back and read what I wrote. My mind seems to skip and stutter every which way. At times, I seem confused and broken, but other times I feel I have been enlightened and maybe even a little smart. Sometimes it goes into a deep dark existence that is so severe and scary that I am relieved that I don’t really remember being there. Evidently. I don’t dwell at either place for very long at a time.
So, what I am saying is maybe I like being surprised with what I find on my pages?. Maybe by blogging I can keep track of how this mind is working. If not, maybe I can leave a hint to my family about what is really important to me and how each of them has inspired me to keep on going. I consider myself a survivor of both abuse and love, both have been devastating.
Most of my thoughts come out as poems or songs. The short stories are usually some happening of mine that has been told over and over as I was growing up. Maybe the stories venture a little from the actual truth, But I don’t mind that, I like my version better.