Writing about painful things is like vomiting poison. Getting it out is essential.
When someone asked me if writing calms me, I thought it over. For me, language is vivid and powerful, and by expressing it, some emotion is purged. One has to walk through the fire to get to the other side, that’s how all trials work. No sidestepping pain, but when able to live in the present, there is less pain. That said, I still have to deal with the ugliness, but there are few alternatives: heal or remain crippled.