I have been writing pain. It is exhausting to write things you want to forget about. It is tiresome to relive the moments you simply want to disappear.
I feel like I have been peeling my flesh off and placing it in a word document. It is a slow process because like an Olympic sprinter I feel worn out after only a page of writing. It isn’t the length, amount of words, or even the act of writing… it is what I am writing about. It is gathering all these emotions and feelings I’ve spread across countless blog posts and trying to corral them into a singular writing. It is a daunting task and I have caught myself already wondering if I have bitten off too much. We will see what comes. We will see if I can write through the pain.