How Writing Became the Anchor I Didn’t Know I Needed in My Recovery
Finding Safety, Clarity, and Strength One Word at a Time There’s something I’ve been paying attention to lately, something I didn’t want to ignore. The more I write, the more I feel something shifting inside me. It’s subtle at first, then obvious once I finally slow down enough to notice it. Writing is becoming part of my recovery in a way I didn’t expect. I didn’t start writing with the intention of healing. I just needed somewhere for my thoughts to land, especially on the days when my mind feels loud, and my body feels like it’s carrying twenty years of tension. But somewhere along the way, writing became more than expression. It became a regulation. Stabilization. Relief. “The page became the only place where my thoughts stopped fighting each other long enough for me to breathe.” I’ve lived with chronic stress, depression, and anxiety for most of my life. Trauma has shaped me in ways I’m still unlearning. Even with all the work I’ve done, there are days when my symptoms spike, wh...
