Writing On Medium Feels Like Ripping The Scars Off Old Wounds
But I think that’s a good thing.
I started writing regularly for Medium not that long ago. It was a lark, some way to get my work out there without the gatekeeper and the lag time of publishing in lit mags. And I had a pile of grief from my mother’s death. I had written about it, but I had barely shared. Then the two-year anniversary of her death came and I decided it was time to pull the rest of the pieces out of the folder of sadness and put them up — for the sake of my grief, if nothing else.