To write is to make sense of my thoughts by putting them on paper.
I miss that. The making sense. It's my lack of writing. Everything is racing around and unless I catch it and strap it down I can't ever get a good look at it.
My vow: make time to write. even if only a few words.
I'll do it for me. I'll do it for sanity. I'll do it to keep myself from puking when I'm scared shitless of being crushed.
I don't want to get hurt. Is it time to run away?
