My therapy

Words are my therapy.

When flood waters turned our lives upside down, I swam in a sea of words to make sense of the havoc. When I had to prove myself as a competent professional, I wove taglines and messages that tickled the imagination. When our daughter Skye came to our lives, I talked to her in prose. When she bid us goodbye, I shared my grief with the rest of the world in my blog posts.

Now that I am trying to heal these wounds and fill this void, I will keep on writing. I will be a wordsmith of life's triumphs and tribulations. I will talk about the mundane and the extraordinary.  I will share my thoughts with those who care to read.

They say words cut like a knife. But to me, words heal.