“I can shake off everything as I write; my sorrows disappear, my courage is reborn.” ― Anne Frank
I have always enjoyed writing – college term papers and professional technical papers that described specific goals and outcomes – hand-written letters to my family or my sweetheart during long deployments at sea.
Writing was functional; merely a useful tool of communication. As an analyst by vocation and personality, I never gave much thought to creative, effusive writing. However, I never experienced the therapeutic healing that writing brings until the forty-ninth year of my life.
The traumatic event that defined that year sent me reeling. I suffered a great and shocking loss. One snowy winter’s morning, my wife of over twenty-five years left. Deep emotions and grief hit me as never before. Something I held dearly was torn from me with sudden force and shoddy explanations.
It was awful. It was a year that I would like to forget.« Continue »