I have an habit: when I am angry against someone, instead of beginning a fight (even a verbal one), I write an unsent letter to the person and then I usually destroy it.
By doing that, I can easily release my anger without hurting anyone; I hate conflict but sometimes I am really bothered by people and need to get this off of my head.
Writing always was something good for me in this way.
We can write unsent letters for any reason: nobody will read them and that’s what good with this process: you can be mean, angry… all these feelings you don’t want to show but that would eat you from the inside if you keep it.
For example, during my second pregnancy, I wrote to my father and burnt the letter… I let it go in the wind.
I often find inspiration in songs and music… It is amazing how it can suit my mood (and shift it, too).
I love the singer P!nk. I love most of her songs, I love the woman. She does not seem to fear to sing what she has to tell the World, even if it can shock the public opinion. In her album “I’m not Dead”, there is a song called “Conversations with my 13 year-old self“, in which she sings to her when she was 13. And it gives me chills. Everytime I listen to it. Every single time.
I have a year in my Life that I consider to be my Black-Out, the worst year ever. It’s the year I turned 18 (I’m born in September but I consider this specific year to be the year I was 18, even if it was only for 3 months).
(yes, I know the bookmark of my Moleskine got on the scanner screen, but I like the picture that way π)
I wanted to write to me when I was this age, and the next step is to write to the Me-in-about-10-years.
Why ? Because this year was the tougher one, I had nobody to cheer me up and now that I can see it with some retrospection that this year leads me to who I am now more than all the other ones.
If you decide to write a letter to yourself, you may cry as I did, but these tears are GOOD and you don’t have to be ashamed of letting them go, you really shouldn’t be.
I made a pocket where I can hide my letter (the stiches are absolutely awful but I don’t want to care about it).
And you, what do you have to say to your younger self ? If you want, tell me about it. I will be happy to hear from you π
PS: I want to wish a Happy Thanksgiving to all my neigbours from the South π (the US people). Don’t forget, tomorrow is Friday, which means a new Gratitude Friday. It’s the perfect time to share what you are thankful for with us here π