I’ve always heard that you are supposed to write about things that make you angry, things that have hurt you, things that scare you. This is great advice, if you’re a brave writer. But what if you’re not?
I’m not going to lie. My life hasn’t been the easiest one in the world. It’s been filled with angry, hurtful, scary things. It finally seemed to even out about six years ago. These past six years have been the happiest of my life. So you’d think I’d be able to use all the terrible things I went through as great material for my writing, right? Wrong.
I’ve used some of it, some of the less awful stuff, but truth be told, I’m afraid to revisit the rest. I don’t want to go back there. I don’t want to remember. I know I’m not the only one who’s been through hell. I’m sure that writing about what I went through would help other people. But I just can’t bring myself to do it. Not yet anyway.
What about you? Are you a brave writer? How did you make yourself go back there, to the bad stuff? Because I just don’t know if I can do it.