Last night when I couldn't sleep and was ruminating over and over and over about every bad thing I could possibly think of, I got up and started writing in my journal. I wrote for almost an hour. Poured my heart out, cried, said some things that really scared me. But then I started feeling better. Towards the end of the mostly negative writing I turned it around and finished up with a few positive things to carry me off to sleep, finally. I did get about 3 hours, not nearly enough for me but felt better today than I have in a long time. Today I wrote pages and pages on the bus in the pouring rain waiting for all the people to get on and off and finally making it to Broadway to catch the train.
So the moral of this story is 1. I had way more to say than I thought 2. keep up my daily practice of writing in my journal 3. get a good night's sleep tonight 4. write to heal