I too thought writing would be my savior. It's not, not really, not the way that I hoped. But it can point the way, and that's enough for me... I thought for a long time that by writing what hurt it would stop hurting. It doesn't. Maybe it makes it more palatable, more easily digested. It stops being an immeasurable mass in my head and becomes words. But still...

Many times I thought writing would be all I needed but I let my life crumble to the ground because of it. Writing is meant to support life, not the other way around.

I read your post about marmalade and it was beautiful - I wanted to resteem but it was older than a week. I think you should definitely keep writing, for what it's worth.