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What's My Therapy?

Everyone has - or should have - their particular remedy for the blues, for the times when everything goes wrong or when the stress levels are  up.  For some of us it's eating.  Eating something in particular or just eating a lot.   For others it could be music.  Listening to it, making it or even creating it.  Dancers, classical dancers, have it pretty good, if this is what they do to de-stress.  They get to practise their art and keep fit too.  What could be better than that?

For me, the number one  therapy has to be writing.  Writing brings me down to earth if I'm worked up.  It makes me feel good when I'm down.   It challenges me, it intrigues me - I cannot be happy if I cannot write.  When I was growing up my best friend was my cousin Veronica.  She lived in Scotland and I lived in Ireland.  We hardly ever met but yes, we wrote to each other for years.

Ever since I can remember, I've loved the written word.  I have kept copious volumes of diaries.  I have written numerous long letters.  In fact, it took me a long time  to understand that writing is not for everybody.  My long, long letters did  not get the long, long answers  which I ardently desired.  People are much happier if you send them a letter which is short, sweet and concise.  No-one, (myself included) wants to wade through reams of handwritten drivel!  Of course I loved reading too, but the reading has to be accompanied by writing.  Always.  In some form or another.

Before I got married fifteen years back, I had started submitting articles (after  taking a relevant writing course by correspondence!) to magazines and was published several times.  Marriage and four children meant that writing had to take a back seat in my life - for around ten years or so.  Now that all the kids are in school, I have the luxury of several free hours during weekdays, which means I can write again.  I've been blogging for the past three years.

So I'm back to my writing.  It feels great.  I've even started writing fiction this time around, which is a thing I thought I'd never do.   I'm on a new path this time and I don't know where it's going to end.

The only drawback, if there is one, is that it is rather sedentary as an activity.  I like to keep as active as possible if I'm not sitting down to write.  But as therapy and as a cure for the blues, it's the best!


Writing practise is always good.  For the past several weeks I have been participating in the Writer’s Workshop over at Sleep  is for the Weak blog authored by Josie George.  The first prompt for this week (Week 30#) was ‘What's Your Therapy’ and this was the one which inspired me.

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