· The act of writing as healing…I know why you do it…it gives you purpose, flow, release, no boundaries, no critique, just me and my emotions, weaving webs of tangible and sometimes intangible understanding. My fingers dance on the keyboard while my thoughts and emotions cry through them. I feel free, I feel burdened, all at the same time. How could it ever be that happiness and sadness could go so much hand in hand? I never knew real love until I knew real sorrow.