I have to begin somewhere

How did I find myself here?
I stopped writing. I used to write a lot, everyday…and then everything fell apart so I shut myself off from myself. I felt like everything I wrote was nonsense. I felt like sharing was too much…sharing was ripping into my psyche and giving pieces of that torn soul to people who couldn’t keep it, people who couldn’t repair it…couldn’t help me. I had torn myself apart and nobody was willing to stitch me back together.
So I stopped sharing. I stopped writing. I stopped thinking.
Which brings me here: I think I’m ready to approach myself again; I think I’m ready to reconnect with the world. I hope I can start to do that here.

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