Yesterday someone dear to me said: “You always pick the perfect words”
It’s maybe the best compliment of my life. I try with my words, I really do. Words serve me well. Whenever I’m grappling with something powerful, I am drawn to write about it. Writing helps me sort through my emotions and organize my thoughts so that I can process things. I feel like finding the perfect words with a particular audience in mind allows me to express things that I’d be less eloquent about in person.
The first few years of contributing to this blog were a therapeutic writing outlet. My stories were a perfect fit for the this platform. I feel like I’ve been phoning it in here on the blog for the last few months, though. I guess shit’s gotten a bit too real lately. I find myself stuck in this confusing place between wanting and needing to process, but knowing that this forum is too public to protect the privacy of the people I love.
I’m not certain how to proceed. How can I possibly pick the perfect words?