I read an article yesterday regarding healing emotional pain, and one of the recommended strategies was to write a letter and set it on fire. My natural pyromaniac inclinations delighted at this prospect. I wrote my first burn letter yesterday. After 5 pages of pure unadulterated poisoned pen to paper, I felt as though I had finally dislodged the logjam of my heart. My perdition’s prose penned, I set that bad boy on fire and flushed it in the toilet. Suddenly, I felt refreshed, renewed, released.
Have you ever believed something so much, that you actually were hurting yourself with it? Have you ever held on to pain for so long, you realized that you don’t even know what it’s like to just have a day? Today, I’m overwhelmingly positive, despite a lot of things that made me upset. I was just crying, because I got angry and upset. I did not internalize it though. I will not internalize anymore. From now on, I will burn it and flush it down the toilet. I hope, one day, I can get myself to the point that I don’t need to work as hard as I do to maintain a positive mentality.