Changed

A couple of weeks ago I saw a post on Facebook. It was a link to a blog post from one of my former classmates about Invictus. She said that she didn´t want to do Invictus again, but that she had to. I got a bit jealous when I read that. I can´t do Invictus again, but I would do anything in the World to be a part of that for one more time.

It has been almost ten months since I have written my last blog post. I really thought that I ended my story with that post. I thought Invictus was over for me. It took me ten months to realize that Invictus is never over. In some weird kind of way, it still is a part of my everyday life.

I can´t watch movies anymore, because Brad explained to us how stories are build. I still see myself as a writer, and yes I still write, but it´s hard to do that without having people around you to give you feedback. I really miss the harsh editing.
Invictus made me less shy and made me accept myself more. Sharing your life with people you don´t know, does something to you. We had to share our life with the class in the first week. Nobody got judged, everybody got accepted.

Invictus made me understand myself and people around me more. I had relived my life, I had written it down and I had finished my story. Now I have a story with stuff that happened in my life, but also the things that happened afterwards. And I think that is one of the most important things, it is easier to see why people do things, why they act the way they are. It is easier to understand a human being and their actions.

I have learned so much from Invictus. I have loved the classes, the writing sessions and the need for alcohol. I have hated the classes, the writing sessions and the need for alcohol. Invictus is weird, but it is awesome. I have learned so much from the whole experience and I have felt a lot of different emotions throughout the months. But I think that the most important thing that I have learned in that classroom, is how it feels like to come home.

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  • The Invictus Writers

    I love this post from a writer who found herself thrust into Invictus without really knowing what it was. We miss you, but we’re glad you made it back home.