From the journals of Anne Frank to the diary room of Big Brother, private places to offload inner thoughts and feelings have long been recognized as therapeutic. It’s a simple practice, putting pen to paper, but it can be as healing as seeing a counselor.
Studies show writing about emotional upheavals can enhance immune function, reduce anxiety and depression, improve sleep and lift performance at school or work.
For me, after the initial relief comes clarification. “I write when my head is full, when I know I’m feeling something but am not sure what, or when my mind is heavy, confused and blurry. Clarity emerges during the writing process itself, or on reflection, reading back. I can end up [in] a completely different place from when I started.”
There is an almost medicinal quality to the combination of emotional catharsis and psychological insight. For me as a guy who must always be a stone and “STRONG LIKE BULL!”, given that, I still find that it’s better out than in. The older I get now and try as I might to actively holding back my thoughts and feelings I find that doing that is really hard work!
AND!!! I have read that over time, this inhibition can increase the risk of disease by gradually undermining our immune function, vascular system and even the biochemical workings of our brain and nervous systems. In contrast, talking or writing about my thoughts and feelings helps me to release some physiological inhibitions, which hopefully will allow my health to improve.
Well LifeTrain Passengers get your pen and paper out and get healthy!!
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OK, it’s me checking in on you like I said I would–like a mamma checking in on her sleeping child. It looks to me like you’ve still got your game on–had it all along–it never truly left. And….you have defended yourself….very politely, precisely, and factually. However, almost apologetically. You, my friend, have nothing to apologize for. You are a very creative and insightful writer, who has been blessed with the ability to share his innermost thoughts, feelings, and concerns through the art of writing. One might even go so far as to call you “gifted.” Yeah, I would, and I believe many others would agree. In addition to that, you are a wonderful, caring, strong, intelligent, man of integrity–whom I feel blessed to have as a friend. (Are you ladies out there listening?) With that said, I can’t help asking, “Where’s my linebacker?” (Uh oh, here comes that mamma bear again.) Now,….don’t look back…power forward…Go get ‘em! I’ll be watching and cheering you on from the sidelines! God bless you!
Thank you. This is a wonderful website and I haven’t seen anything like this ever.
I pray God’s Blessings for your seccess
Francine
I have to tell you a secret. Sometimes when I get comments like these I feel as if my life has been completed. I feel fulfilled …and at that point I feel as if I could just confess Christ one more time, ask for forgiveness for being such an imperfect vessel in the fleash and then be called up to heaven.
No, I am not suicidal. Just hoping to leave something to mankind, and then just go on home to my one true father (God).
Thank you all so very much for taking the time…
Lil Chuckie, the conductor…
All Aboard…
Chuckie, We all need a stress break and what better way than to take stock of our selves.
Sometimes we humans want to blame others for the proomlems in our lives but maybe we humands should look at ourselves. I will tell you that someone confided in me about their co-workers and the way they feel. When coming in a room they don’t speak to them, when others are talking they stop when they come into the room, when so many more things happen they feel as if their place of employment is causing so many issues.
They think they are not being a good Christian or that they are working with people that may be racial.
What do you think Chuckie and what advice would you give them?
This was my advice. When you want some one to be a friend you must first show yourself friendly. Show them how you want to be treated by not acting like them. Here is another example I gave this person. Please put your hands to your side or behind you and don’t look at anything except me and my eyes, like you do when you are talking.
I asked this person what race they were. They said***** and I said how do you know (don’t look at your arms or hands. Just look at me. I told her that you only know what you think your race is because when you look someone in the eye you are not looking at yourself but you are looking at the other person. Which means you could be the same race. You may have the memory of what you remember of your skin color but unless you look at yourself or look in a mirror you don’t know what color you are.
They thought I was crazy. I said try to be them and think like them for a moment.
So then I picked up a rock and asked them to make the rock dance, then sing, then so on and on. I said a Rock will always be a Rock and you can’t change a rock.
But you can change your self if you choose to or you can change how you look at things. We can’t make people or co-workers act the way we want them to. But always be nice and kind and considerate and one day someone will notice you and be glad you are different and strong enough not to sink to there level. Maybe Christ will be the one who will notice.
I believe that it’s hard to be in a world full of different people but we can’t control the world but we can make an effort not to let their bad behavor become ours.
Do you ever get angry or mad or upset in line at the grocery store? WHY? Does getting angry or upset make your wait easier? Does it make you go through the line quicker? We can’t control life because it will happen at any point in time but we can find a place in us that will smile at the cashier who is getting the stares from everyone and rude coments. If I am late I am late. But how you handle standing and waiting in line is how yu will handle life. But that is just from me and my heart – Sunshine
Chuckie what can you offer for this stressed co-worker?
Francine aka Sunshine
Francine,
I have a bit of a Gerbil brain. Which is an ez way for me to say I think I am Adult ADD. My mind needs constant mental stimulation. I found ways to cope in line and traffic…it’s called blackberry! I am going to blog abut that soon…The Blackberry!
I’ll explain further later on the main page. Anyway, thanks to you and all the passengers for riding!
Love yall!!!