I remember that as a child, and while trying to understand my fears, challenges and sufferings, I created texts and poetry expressing what I felt. It was my own therapy. In the midst of the solitude of suffering I thought, here I can say what I want, let go of the deepest desires and feelings of my soul. No one will judge me or understand exactly how I felt or writing made me feel, but writing has always freed me from that emptiness, pain, or what I lived. I don't know exactly where that part of me went to write. I don't know exactly where everything changed. It went away with time as I had new experiences, and my life was filled with new people and new things to do. I don't know. I don't know if it was when I realized that God was bigger than everything in my life and that filled me with hope. I don't know if when I thought about him, and I learned about prayer, I then threw all my pain, and asked for his help so that I could carry my challenges and make it lighter. My faith comforted me and I felt it relieve my pain.
I once heard someone say that the greatest poets experienced great disappointments in love or something very difficult to bear that made them suffer in such a way that they could express their pain. Or even those more emotional love stories that end when one of the main characters ends up going ahead of time and makes us shed tears for it.
What can this mean? Perhaps, when some people suffer, they discover that they can write what they feel and those words can reach someone who just needs to read something similar to feel inspired to move on in their journey and difficult moments in their life. Or maybe they're not thinking about anyone or anything specifically, but about themself and their pain and how writing makes it feel better.
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