Twenty-one years ago on a cold November evening at 5:35 p.m. my daughter Faith was born. She was born at twenty-two weeks gestation and weighed in at 450 grams. I learned that day that there are 454 grams in a pound. Not a fact I carried around in my head up to that point.
I've never been a journal or diary writer, but from that first scary night when the doctor urged us to just keep our daughter warm and let her pass on, to the wonderful ride home from the hospital five months later, I found myself taking notes compulsively as we plunged into a crash course in neonatology. I wrote down all the numbers that came flying at us; blood gas levels, respirator rates, oxygen percentages, heart rate, medicine dosages, as well as anything and everything nurses or doctors actually said.
|Faith Krech, Guilford College Sophomore|
I know I've also used writing to explore, express, and figure out my feelings on different issues and situations in the world at large and in my own personal life, both past and present. Often it's easier and more effective for me to write it out than talk it out. Sometimes I can retreat into the writing and take a break in that imaginary world I've constructed there. It can be an escape, but also a place to work on "stuff." As well as a tool to help cope and sort things when it all gets crazy. Certainly not a bad thing to have during tough times.