writing, my therapy

I heart writing so much, nowadays. At every given opportunity, I will write. It's really helping me get off so much that's boiling in my chest of late. I fear to speculate what might happen if I don't write. The kettle might just boiled to explosion, I guess.

Anything goes down, bright and make sense or just ramblings. I don't really care. It's like my therapy session, where if you just cannot make sense of your feeling in best of words, most therapist will suggest alternatives methods, mostly commonly, drawing. Mine would be writing, describing as best and as accurate as I could possibly have, else just ramblings, like pulling off the sink plug, just to let the swirling words in my head be washed down from the clogged sink of my head.

Then relief sets in, bringing momentary respite. Great big heave, before the grey matter starts to fill up again.