Writing saved me
I believe writing saved me. I lashed out sometimes but I believe it’s for the good.
I mean I’ve written some very personal things about myself and my parents but I’m almost certain that without it I would never have the awareness I have today.
I weirdly feel that if my son will want to do the same and if this will help him in his life (as it helped me) I would have no problem with that.
I would understand that he is going through a process (or might go through such process) of moving those pieces around and trying to fit them somewhere until he can…