Keeping me safely insane

Writing, to me, is like dreaming.

Dreaming, it is believed, helps us sort out our subconscious thoughts.  Others say it helps regulate emotions and organize your thoughts from the events of the past.

They are all theories of course, but regardless, every theory I examine, I can relate it in some way to what writing does for me. Sometimes, as I write, I remember things that I hadn’t thought about in years. On occasion, these lost thoughts lead to some sort of revelation. I think I know myself, but like everyone else, I’m an onion. Layer upon layer covers us all.

As it stands, my blog is less than a month old. I’m writing almost every day, about whatever the hell I want. In the last week, I feel closer to my true self than I have in years.