How I cope.....
Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2004 10:50 pm
The way I deal with many things in life is to write, I write poetry. Some sad, some not. Some of it isnt worth a damn, but most people seem to like what I write. So I keep writing.
Sometimes my words get quite cynical, and often quite sad, but still I write. Somehow, writing helps to ease the pains of an abusive past and an often dificult and almost undearable now. Especially as the dang "holiday's" grow closer. I truly do NOT look forward to the last month of the year. A time that is supposed to be happy and filled with joy, is filled with bad memories and so many unpleasent thoughts about my past that I often hate "Christmas" And I rarely, if ever, wish anyone a "Merry Christmas, and happy New Year".
But each year I go onward, hoping the dreams will not come and haunt me again. Any way I wrote a "letter" to my dad, a man I was very afraid of, up until he died in Jan.1999. And it may sound strange to some, but even now, at times I am afraid of this man. But I wrote him a note in Nov. of 1991. It is self expanatory, and I will put it in a separate post.
Anyway, I write, to clear my thoughts, and to get out what it is I need to say. Thats how I cope.
sorry this was so long.
Hugs Connie
Sometimes my words get quite cynical, and often quite sad, but still I write. Somehow, writing helps to ease the pains of an abusive past and an often dificult and almost undearable now. Especially as the dang "holiday's" grow closer. I truly do NOT look forward to the last month of the year. A time that is supposed to be happy and filled with joy, is filled with bad memories and so many unpleasent thoughts about my past that I often hate "Christmas" And I rarely, if ever, wish anyone a "Merry Christmas, and happy New Year".
But each year I go onward, hoping the dreams will not come and haunt me again. Any way I wrote a "letter" to my dad, a man I was very afraid of, up until he died in Jan.1999. And it may sound strange to some, but even now, at times I am afraid of this man. But I wrote him a note in Nov. of 1991. It is self expanatory, and I will put it in a separate post.
Anyway, I write, to clear my thoughts, and to get out what it is I need to say. Thats how I cope.
sorry this was so long.
Hugs Connie
