Writing is Cathartic

 They say that writing is cathartic.

Who is this "they" - and are they right? I think they just want to be published or famous. But perhaps, they are correct. Getting out the words that bubble down deep inside seems to help make sense of all the noise.

All that noise in my head leads to stress - on my breathing, on my blood pressure, on my sanity.

Too much noise in my brain doesn't allow me to focus on the things I really need to right now. Like my husband, my children, that silly dog and the house. There is value in focusing fully on those people - and with all the noise in my head, all the stress I push down to work on those things - eventually, I need to complete that stress cycle and just get the stuff out.

But the problem is, I'm not sure how I am feeling - or moreover, how to put it into words.

How do I understand that people thought it was ok to storm the Capitol and do the heinous, vile things they did. In the name of patriotism and a misguided sense that our country was anti-democratic and socialist-leaning. I'm just trying how to figure out how to keep my anxious child from overwhelming himself, keep my husband firing on all cylinders as he takes on yet another role, albeit temporarily, keep the dog from chewing up things and my daughter from not falling apart if she can't get something to go her way.

And keep them informed, aware, doing better than I did or my parents before me...but yet keep them from having to process why a woman got shot for climbing through a Capitol window when she was never supposed to be there in the first place.

Oh, and deal with the neighbors who are railing so hard and so loud at the world right now - right at their bus stop. Which makes them quite uncomfortable.

I want to write - and get it out - and sound mildly educated and working towards a better country, county, town, neighborhood, street and home...

But I'm just not quite sure what to say.