So. If you’ve not already caught on? Writing is my jam. I love writing, I gain a lot of catharsis from it, the therapy I gain therein far surpasses the therapy I get by paying for it.
This all being the case? You may be wondering why I’ve not been writing as much as usual.
That answer is easy.
Do you know what happens when you write? That damn mirror gets held up in front of your eyes. There’s no way one can ignore one’s issues when they’re just being thrown in one’s face. It’s even harder to ignore them when you’re the one who wrote about them.
I just want out.
I don’t know of any other way to word it. I’m trying to do the things my sponsor says to do, the things my doctors tell me to do, and I’m finding no relief from my brain.
I’m just so over everything.