Three days gone by and not a word – tsk! I’m back, and not gonna talk about DtheT/crazier now. The media frenzy makes it banal to discuss. I’m gonna talk about my other writing efforts.
I’m three quarters of the way through a story about the family and what happened to it after the death of one of its members. I feel like it’s a story that should and even must be told, because it holds a truth that is universal: the death of just one person under certain circumstances can affect the lives of that as well as succeeding generations in profound ways.
But here’s the thing – telling that story and confronting the ramifications of that death is terribly painful. I’m not sure why I subject myself to it. That’s why I’m going to go to therapy and maybe find out how it applies to me.
But I was clear the story wasn’t about me – I was just the writer. I intended the story for my 89 year old aunt, as the death was that of her brother, my uncle. But I find as I write it that it unearths a plethora of emotions in me that appear to have been suppressed. So off to therapy I go with the hope that digging into the effect of writing this story will rid me of whatever pain still exists within my soul. Wish me luck. That is all for today.