Really?
Sure, we like drama. We mainly want it when sitting by the fireplace, snuggling with the dog, reading a good book, or watching a movie. We can have a good cry or thrill to the music of young lovers. Does boy get girl? We can shudder while we identify with our hero snowshoeing across the 40% below zero Tundra while being stalked by a Polar Bear in competition with a pack of wolves, all vying for his tender flesh. OMG, the hero slipped into the icy water—that's sure death in that temperature.
But in life, most people say they want to be happy. That's my wish and that of most people I know. Writing is a therapeutic experience, so I am encouraging you to write your own story.
Writing about your life is better than an after-death life review, for you can choose the moments.
Last week, I talked of spankings, and my heart ached when I got a response from a reader who said she cried with her brother after he was whipped with a belt or a rubber hose to punish him for wetting the bed. Something he couldn't control. (She buried all three of those torture devices in rabbit holes.) Those parents would be too ashamed to go to a therapist. Whoa. I have a good friend who got whipped by her mother with a leather belt with the buckle out. I don't know for what. Being there, most likely. She grew up to marry a man that also hit her. She didn't spank her children, though. One day, she threatened her son, and he yelled, "Child abuse! Child abuse!"
She laughed and hugged him.