This might have come down to a point of my sanity. I asked the universe last night what can I do , tears streaming down my face it seems I ask often and wonder when that major life changing revelation will hit. However, the one thing I have learned to do is follow that nagging voice the positive one not the nasty hurtful one. So that voice keeps nagging me to write . Write. Writing is often hurtful for me now a days , it rehashes things that are already go around in my mind. For years I have not written with a purpose and I still am not sure if I am. However, with all that I am going through I feel, like a bomb is going to explode if I don't try to put it outside myself. It is a way of trying to alleviate some of what I am going through and have gone through. I am nearing the last 1/2 of my life and it is not easy when you have dealt with mental illness all your life and age comes into focus as well.
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