It’s during the intensely emotional times that we do the best writing. Eloquence seems to sharpen with each tear, and we suffer for the words.
The pages fail to heal the pain, but they still serve as an imparted code that the others like us we hope are out there will recognize and understand our search to feel whole.
ALSO- Even when readers understand and can relate to the author’s story, they are not healed.
BUT- When a reader reaches the end of a piece, there appears a thin line of connection between their mind and the author’s -like the web silk of a spider, the connections run from person to person until we are all bundled close together within the fibers and can see ourselves in the other’s eyes—not healed, but not invisible.