Therapeutic writing is a fantastic tool in psychology, and it is something I use with my patients. Writing is a fascinating form of emotional expression; It is seeing how all your ideas and feelings come out of your mind: passions, anxieties, laughter, loves... and are transformed into phrases that organize your thinking and regulate your emotional state.
In front of you, a blank page where you can overflow everything you have blocked. It is a feeling that must be faced. The best of all? The grammatical laws don't matter, it doesn't matter if you are creative or not; It's just writing, without a filter.
When you are in front of that role, you remember everything you have in your life and to which perhaps you have not given enough value. It makes you reflect on the things that you would like to say to some people and that get lost in the amalgamation of banal thoughts. You think about how you spend more time on what you don't have and what you need, instead of focusing on being grateful. And at that moment you say to yourself: Yes, it's time!
Now, I sit in front of my computer, with my cup of infusion and a slice of lemon, and I decide to write a post for myself, but one that also influences you.
What do I have in my life to be grateful for?
What do I have in my life to be grateful for? What special people do I want to write to? A few come to mind, but one always stands out: my mother. So here goes, a letter to my mother:
Dear Mama,
I know you didn't expect this, and I also know that maybe I should have done it sooner. Even though I try hard, even if it doesn't always work out, to take care of you and worry about you.
I love you, although you already know that. It is important to tell you, and every time I realize that I do it less, out of inertia or shame, who knows! You are an extraordinary person, and I reflect on you in many of my life experiences. Yes, it's true, I don't always listen to you, but your voice always resonates like a sigh of encouraging words in my head every time I suffer, even if I'm not by your side. That's forever.
There is not a single good or bad memory in which you are not, and that is good; It reflects how much you have supported me and that you have been there, and it is not worth it for me to tell me that "it is normal because you are my mother."
In short, THANK YOU, for everything, for what you have done and what you will do in the future, which I will surely forget to see and appreciate. With all the love I feel, pure, clean and without cracks, I say goodbye.
Your daughter,
Beatrice.
Now I am happier than a few hours ago and I encourage you to write one, two or as many letters as you want. Take just a moment a day to give thanks for the little things that life gives you.
Thank you for reading, and I encourage you to share or comment on your thoughts and opinions.
