The written voice of your heart and soul can be more powerful than your spoken words.
Writing used to be a very private hobby of mine. I spent hours carefully handwriting entries of stories and poems into pretty, leather bound journals and diaries, knowing that they were my own private thoughts. Knowing that no one else would read them.
I recall a time when I was married, my then husband found a journal of mine and picked it up, when I wasn’t home. He spent hours reading through every page, and I came home to a very angry and hurt husband. I had no idea what his issue was, until I saw my private book, perched on the coffee table, in front of him. My heart sank, and I felt instantly betrayed. He was angry, as he took every hand scribed word personally.
I was stunned at the lack of respect of my privacy and the fact that I had to defend myself for my own discrete coping mechanism.
A long, heated argument ensued, following his preview of my private thoughts and creative pieces. I don’t think I ever forgave him for reading it. It felt as though the ONE private part of my soul was raped and exposed without my consent.
At the time, I was going through a lot of turmoil in my life. I knew that I had married him before I should have. I was still dealing with trauma from previous…
