Writing therapy - the late night scribblings

 

I initially dismissed my wife's suggestion of 'writing therapy' before bed as a dumb idea, not seeing the merits of pouring out angry or depressed scribblings into a disposable journal. What possible good would it do? But wives are wise, and we heed their advice because usually when we stop being pig headed for 5 seconds and actually try these things, they turn out to be of more worth than our stubborn spousal brains could comprehend. 

So I started doing this about two weeks ago, venting into a journal rather than doing what my dad and my grandad used to do (endlessly moaning about things) and it is actually beginning to be something I weirdly look forward to. 

Does it help? Does it make me less grumpy / depressed? 

Probably not but it made me realise that sometimes, you need to pour this stuff out and there's no reason why you should pour it out to your long-suffering partner, your kids, or your friends when you can just shove it all down on paper. 

These awful venting sessions will probably never be read back by me, or be read by anyone else but me. They won't change the things that happen to cause them, they won't alter the world for the better. It's like letting out a long rattling trouser-shaking brain fart, one of those ones that instantly makes you feel for a brief moment, that the world isn't such a terrible place after all.