So, I have spent the last 48 hours writing letters to people I will never send. And, it is amazing what you can get out when you know it's not actually going to the intended recipient.
If anyone has a letter they wish to post, send it to me and I'll anonymize and post it. It's really a wonderful act of cathartic babble and worth the psychoscribble.
For example:
Dear INSERT NAME HERE,
Thanks for all the ______ things you have done to me. You've made me feel like _____ and I just want you to know that I am better off with/without you. I hope you _______ and when you realize ________, it will be too late to apologize.
Best of luck, ___________.
Sincerely,
INSERT NAME HERE
My plan is to finish writing all of them (and I keep thinking of more and more people that have pissed me off over the years) and then having a ceremonial burning of the missives. I have found lately that letting go really is the only way to get rid of all the emotions that one wastes their energy on. And trying to count on people to understand your point of view doesn't always come to fruition.
Hence, the generic letter writing campaign.
creativerecovery@hotmail.com
One of the biggest fears of beginning any journey is the unknown. We do not know where the journey will take us and that can be quite scary. What will we uncover? What will we find along the way? The journey is as amazing as the final destination. We learn with each step. We learn we have the ability to go in any direction we choose. That direction is very much of our own accord.
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Wow that is a lot of work, no? I have written many a letter to God and placed them in the God box. That was a shoe box under the bed in early sobriety. I have moved up to a God journal. hehehehe
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That's what I'm doing now. If I don't let go and keep it in my heart, my day will be in turmoil.
Then I learn to let go and forgive, I find that I love it like that!
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