Do you think it is possible to heal on our own, or do we always need to reach out for the comfort of other people in order to fully heal?
I can’t really speak for anybody else, but I know for my own peace of mind, I do all my healing predominantly by myself.
There’s something I find quite satisfying about just being on my own, and processing all my thoughts and emotions on my own terms. There’s no vulnerability from having some kind of emotional breakdown with one of your besties, and by ‘vulnerability’, I basically mean ‘seeing your ugly crying’.
At the same time, the other aspect of all of this is that everybody has their own completely different healing process. For me, mine is shutting myself off from the world for a little bit, crying myself to sleep, listening to sad songs and watching sad movie to get all of the emotion out, and if that’s not enough, then I write about my feelings and get it all out at once. Just writing by itself can be truly one of the most cathartic and exhausting processes, but for me it works. Moreso if you’re quite analytical. I find that sometimes when I’m writing about my feelings I over analyse everything – why do I feel like this? Why is that this particular action has upset me more than anything else. What would be the best thing for me to do?
That’s not to say that there aren’t times when I need people to talk to. Sure, it can be great to deal with all your shit by yourself, but sometimes it does feel good to completely unload all your drama’s onto some poor, unsuspecting victim, just so they can offer you a shoulder to cry on and pat your back.
Or there’s that.
Some people go to see therapists. Some people deal with their problems with tubs of ice cream. The important thing to remember is that it’s better to just deal with it, in whatever way works for you, rather than ignore it and think that it’s just going to go away. That only pushes it deeper and deeper inside your subconscious and then one day, all those repressed feelings are going to reappear and you won’t know what to do with yourself.
So many feels.
This was so touching, it almost made me cry, simply because there are similarities in your blog, as in my two published books about my true life stories. I’m lost for words, ironically. It’s as if you’ve just written about me. Thanks for sharing.
It’s actually quite a humbling feeling to know that a) somebody actually takes the time to pay *any* attention to my nonsense and rambling, let alone, b) that it actually resonates with them on some level, invoking some kind of reaction – good, bad or otherwise.
So, I guess, you’re welcome?