Over the last few months I have been doing a lot of what I call “spewing”–essentially verbally vomiting my feelings and thoughts, with minimal regard for “what will people think.” I mean, I have been conscientious of the possibility of causing undue harm, and I have tried to avoid that. But otherwise, I have been publicly venting and displaying my angst, as well as my thoughts and feelings about the origins of my current unhappy state. And honestly, this has been therapeutic for me.
An interesting consequence has been the extent to which people have thanked me for my writing. Some of my friends are, of course, just curious to see how I am doing (and making sure I am okay). But many people have said they are appreciative of things I have said, along the lines of how we sometimes appreciate knowing we are “not the only ones” in a circumstance or state of being.
So I guess that in the process of taking care of myself, and I am also serving others. Why does this reciprocity always surprise me?
Photo: the eyes of truth r always watching u by Gisela Giardino and used under Creative Commons license
