Words are my medicine

“My medicine is stories and books and entering into the lives of others through the power of an idea. Healing can happen through words, and I have to remind myself that this gift is not only enough, it is everything to me.”

~Kaitlin Curtice

I resonate with this.

For as much as I want my suffering, trauma, pain and grief to produce something good in the world, to help some other double-suicide survivor out there, so they know that they are not alone—

The truth is that I write for me, because it is my medicine. Because it seems the only way to deal, to try to heal; it soothes my aches. It is [the only way I can] make sense of this world and my life.

When my grief feels too much, the embodied trauma too great, and I feel like I’m drowning from it all—I do one of two things:

1—I cry

2—I write

More often than not, it is both.

Storying is my spirituality, my religion, my awakening.

Stories are my survival.