Speak on it

Sometimes all you need to obtain clarity is to speak of you ails aloud. You don't need an ear to hear you. You just need to get it out. That's what writing if for me. Being a slower form of communication I am less likely to be misunderstood like I continually am when interacting with real people. Writing gives me a way to exercise my thoughts and feelings without knowing them on anyone. No one is obliged to read my blog. I write for me so I can help rid myself of the toxic shit that has accumulated inside me. 

I find it cleansing to write. It nourished my mind by allowing me to exercise out the impurities. I am able to slowly grind away at the rusted surfaces, prime them then paint them over again knowing that no further damage will occur. Sometimes it take a few goes on the grinder. I get tired or stuck on a stubborn bit of rust and have to rework it a number of times using different tools to ensure all traces of rust are removed before prettying the surface again. 

It is tiring, difficult and unrelenting work. Sometimes I think I'm done and then I look up and realise I still have a long way to go. But the patches of rust are smaller and further apart than they were two years ago. That I can see progress is such a relief. After all my effort I am glad that I can see some splashes of light from time to time.