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Writing heals!

Why write? 

...A professor at a Kuwait University, brought together a group of  women.... to write out their psychological and social suffering... They found release in expressing themes of hidden emotion and inner turmoil.

No matter where in the world you live, no matter how broken your life seems to be, the message comes through loud and clear: Writing heals.
From HA Klauser , With Pen in Hand, Introduction Page xiii

"I write because I am alone and move through the world alone. No one will know what has passed through me... I write because there are stories that people have forgotten to tell, because I am a woman trying to stand up in my life... I write out of hurt and how to make hurt okay; how to make myself strong and come home, and it may be the only real home I'll ever have."
— Natalie Goldberg (Writing Down the Bones: Freeing the Writer Within) 
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