I am all over the place tonight. I am writing about stuff that hurts me a lot. I don’t know any way out of this but through it. Getting these thoughts out of my head makes them easier to deal with. But tonight the thoughts and memories are evading me and I am so frustrated. I hate these periods where I feel like I am incapable of thinking. I know it’s there.
I’m terrified and my brain does not want to allow me access to these memories. I don’t understand why I am this paralyzed with fear. I just realized. I found my voice.
That is a terrifying place to be, and no mistake. Dive into it, scream, howl and shriek it out if you can. Lash it down to the page, and it won’t be able to hurt you anymore.
*support*