WRITING AS THERAPY, WRITING AS WRITING



I’d already been a passionate journal writer for twenty years when I first got an inkling that I might have been sexually abused as a child. I had a wonderful therapist, but I needed an everyday friend to hear my ramblings. I’d sit at my kitchen table and scrawl, no structure, no cohesion, just the outpouring of doubt and pain.

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