Vulnerability

I am so worried if someone just read this and they think that I am so stupid, just throwing out what I think about my life, my vulnerability, my work, my passions, my emotions. 

I've tried to capture some ideas in a certain time; otherwise, they banished when another thoughts come over. 

A week ago, a friend of mine asked me why I write, I write in a therapeutic way, I write to heal myself through the words, to show that is ok to be vulnerable with the audience. 

Since I was a child I've written many things, but always thoughts that come to my mind and stuck there for a while, for many years I was so ashamed to share my thoughts because I though they were so stupid, that nobody wanted to read it or even to know that I am writing. 

Some times I just write some sentences when my soul was not finding the ways to express what was going on inside-outside. 

Nowadays, I am still thinking that there is not point of doing this, but then when I am just sitting on my desk writing this, I feel that something heavy is released from my shoulders and my breathing is getting calmer. 

I am not here to show the world that my art is worthy, I am here to release my emotions through my art and I think the passion about this is to let the others know that there is a way in which you can take out all these unprocessed feelings and suspend your soul from the suffer that you experience. 

When I think my writing practice as a way of a therapeutic journey, I let the vulnerability enter to room and the fear get off the train. You will find that reading my words is unworthy, but there will be someone that would read this and will think that maybe she, he, they, we feel the same. 

We are part of a community, our existential issues are part of the human beings, either if you are in Toronto like me or somewhere else, you are going through some situations that make you feel sadness, anger, and so. You are not alone and you can write it down and throw to the world. Show your vulnerability, show your authentic self. I am sure you have something to teach us. 

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