Thursday, October 7, 2010

Day 17.

Today I got creative and wrote a story in my journal.
It made me cry (sigh, again) to write it, but I feel like it helped me explain my feelings and stress levels. Maybe it's a weird thing to do, but it was a personification of the lump in my throat- how it sometimes hides, but comes back up to choke me every once in a while, and also makes me cry even if I don't want to.
I don't know what writing that story did for me, but it feels like now that I know what's wrong I can work to fix it somehow. I don't know how I'll fix it, but finding the problem's always the first step, right?