Well, I guess I’ve always written in one way or another, though not the way I do now. Back in the day, it was things like employee manuals, business correspondence, and all that serious, structured stuff. Before that, as a teenager, I kept a diary… until my Mam read it. That was the end of that chapter!
Even so, I’ve always loved putting pen to paper. There’s something about it, a bit old-fashioned, sure, but it feels more real than typing on a screen. Writing has always been a way for me to sort through the jumble in my head.
When my dad developed dementia, life turned upside down. The family drama kicked in full force, and writing became my way of documenting, of keeping track, and maybe even keeping sane. While minding Dad, I also did a lot of automatic writing. Strange as it sounds, that kind of writing felt like an outlet, words spilling onto the page without me overthinking them, almost like a conversation with something bigger than myself.
Then, just this past April, I finally started a blog. Honestly, it began as a way to vent my frustration with all the family nonsense, but it’s turned into so much more. Writing there gives me a voice when I might otherwise stay quiet. It lets me take the weight off my shoulders, lighten the load a bit, and even find the humour in situations that, at the time, felt anything but funny.
So what I enjoy most about writing now is that it gives me space. Space to express myself, space to be honest, space to let out the parts of me that would otherwise stay bottled up. Writing helps me untangle the mess, and sometimes, it even surprises me with what comes out.
Mae 🧡
UNDER THE WILL... OVER THE DRAMA... 
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