They’re just paper cuts…
October 13, 2010
Sometimes, when you’re feeling down, it helps to get it all down on paper (or virtual paper at least). I have been trying to do this for quite sometime without success. I’m not sure if it’s because I think there’s possibly one or two people out there still read this, or because it’s not just about me – it’s about other people too, or because I just can’t bear to think about it.
I saw the beautiful Stephen Fry give a talk at the Regency Theatre recently. He spoke of his compulsion to write, and how this had existed in him since he was very young. I think I used to feel a similar compulsion – growing up I can’t recall a time when I didn’t have a diary on the go. Sure, sometimes they were neglected for months or even years on end – but I would always return, driven by an urge to capture the moment.
There are so many different ways to do this now – diaries, letters, emails, blogs… I find myself drowning in the possibilities. And I find that I have lost the ability to express myself the way I once could.
If only I could dispel any inhibitions and write it all out of me – all the hurt and insecurity and insanity… and be rid of it.
