I find it fascinating how much calm and clarity can come from vomiting words on a page.

Life has been busy lately, and I haven’t been writing much. Without the discipline of a daily writing practice, I have almost stopped writing altogether.

But earlier this evening, I wrote a rambling post about my scattered state of mind. Without going into detail, I put my thoughts into words. And while there was no need to publish it, I felt the urge to get back into posting on here.

Oddly, I feel much better.

The act of writing, however fragmented and tangential it might have been, focused my mind on how I felt at the time. That focus brought some calm to the storm. And within the deluge of chaos — somehow, my mind found some clarity.

My problems aren’t solved. The pain I feel hasn’t gone away.

But through the simple process of writing, the anxiety associated with these feelings seems to be flushed from my mental system.