We’ve All Been There

We've All Been There..... "We've all been where?" some would say. We may not experience the exact same struggles or dig the same tunnels, but a lot of events in life are connected. A lot of what happens in life takes place for a specific reason. Now I don't want to turn this into a religious post, but I just want people to see where I'm coming from. Writing in my journal or in my notes was the one thing that relaxed my mind, calmed my mood, and was the best way to let out my anger. But why writing? Why not express yourself to family or closest friends?

Family was there, but I knew some wouldn't understand the principle of why I did what I did. They would use ignorance as a way of putting me in my place. Let me break that down for you. They simply don't understand what I'm going through. It's as easy as that. When I started writing in my journal, my vocabulary, but more importantly the format of my writing, was to where I obviously had to know what I was talking about, but to the point where people would want to know more of what I was talking about. I guess I just wanted people to know of what was going on in my head, in my surroundings, but also to get an idea of what I was trying to achieve. Hundreds and hundreds of journal entries, all with one purpose.

I sit down at this laptop, turn on my music, and just think. I don't know who else has been in this specific spot, but I do it all the time. I think about my day, grab my pen and paper, or pull the laptop closer because I'm about to write. I'm about to write till my mind is clear, till I can't think anymore. When you love to do something, you do it because of the benefit it has for you but also because of the motive and for whom you are doing it for as well. We've all been in that spot where we feel lost, feel troubled, and feel broken, but don't look down in disappointment. Look up and say, "I've just gone through something troubling, but I'm not going to bury this in me, but I will use my experience to help others and guide them."

You may not have wanted to help others that way, but I use my writing as my help but also for others. When I tell other people to write, it can simplify matters. So what if you have a diary? Who cares what you do to better yourself? The only person that should care is you. I'm happy to this day because people have told me that I have changed their lives, I have helped them to move on and be strong, and I have helped them find purpose in their lives.

The title can be contradictory, but the story, the words, is the source; they are what helps back it up. Although it may not be 100%, it plays a part.