Stuck on an island.
When you are a writer like me coupled with being a troubled soul, your first instinct is always to write about what’s bothering you. In a journal, for no other eyes to see; in a fictional setting, to mask the truth that lies beneath; in a blog, to capture the moment.
But some things just cannot be journaled or fictionalized or blogged. And the pain that surrounds them stays stuck deep in your head and deep in your heart except for those moments when all the feelings overload into waterspouts of tears.
How do you write about the pain you feel, the raw emotional incredible relentless pain, without placing blame or regret on anyone, especially yourself?
You might find it within yourself to write a brief note in the journal or the foundations of a short story or even a quick vague blog post, but you keep finding yourself searching for a way to pour all the pain away through words.
You keep trying to find a way off the island.