Writing as Catharsis: My Year Part 2

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I wrote last week about a conversation I had with my husband that opened up a floodgate, and I entered into the world of mental health illnesses and all that comes with it. That was just the tip of the iceberg.

Last August I had major knee surgery and was bed bound for 12 weeks, with a three and two year old. I’m sure you can imagine how fun that was. My body was already in a state of recovery, and my emotional instability didn’t help. Depression set in, and I knew that unless I kept my mind sharp and active, I might not ever claw out of the slump I found myself in.

Then the question popped into my mind: Why not finish writing that book I started as a teenager? The idea sprang forth like a shoot from a seed. Yes. That could keep my mind engaged while I languished on my bed, waiting for my knee to heal.

It was the best decision I could have made. I wrote four manuscripts in eight months. I’m set to release Rift in the Deep on March 1st, the first in a series called The Steward Saga. Here is the blurb. I won’t say that writing “saved me” but I will say that it helped save my sanity. While God healed my body and helped me sort through the feelings that came with it, writing became my outlet for those emotions and creativity that had been building up inside. If you are a writer, you know what I mean, right? It’s cathartic.

Writing serves several purpose, and being a creative outlet is just one of them. I’ll tackle more reasons at another time. But for now, and how it interacts with the suffering and trials I’ve experienced this last year, you could say that God has used it to show me that the path He has laid out isn’t only filled with darkness. There are shafts of light that burst forth to illuminate his goodness in the midst of pain. It provides an anchor, so that when I’m tempted to wonder if He really does love me and have my best at heart, I write. And His promises come flooding back.

4 thoughts on “Writing as Catharsis: My Year Part 2”

  1. I totally understand and I’m so thankful that God provided this means of grace to you that will shoot out to others like that seed which appeared suddenly as a tiny plant. Writing is a weird thing – so isolating yet it brings things into perspective. And you (and I) have a writing community that is like gold! Bob and I both agree that when I am writing, I am a better person. I’ll bet you know what I mean by that, but for those of you who are not writers, it means that I am doing what God called me to do so therefore my life’s perspective is much more in order. You go, girl!

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  2. I know just what you mean, honey. While my writing years were ones of light and blessing, yours began with darkness and suffering. God uses every season of our lives for such good and I’m so proud of you for pushing through the hardship and darkness to do something so wonderful.

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