Day 55 of 365: I don’t want to write.

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I just want to scream and break shit and take a bubble bath.

It seems that any time I think I’m getting ahead with retraining my brain, a bunch of shit explodes and leaves me in a confused and depressed place.

Therapist says these things will continue happening until I react differently to them. Repeating lessons, so to speak.

So I’ve done my best to react differently. Live in the unknown and all that.

And I don’t want to write. I’m doing it because I promised myself I would. But that’s it.

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Some days, I paint. Other days, I write. And rap. And tell stories. And do comedy. And doodle. And [attempt to] bake. And, one week out of every month, I merge with my sofa and sob about mortality and things like the existence of air and how we can't live without it and how utterly claustrophobic that is to consider. I'm relatively particular. And this is a place for me to share ALL the quirks.

One thought on “Day 55 of 365: I don’t want to write.”

  1. Don’t write….take a break, relax and enjoy the wonderful people in your life. Have fun! Laugh lots! Enjoy your ‘pain free’ existence. I am so proud of you and love you very much. MOM

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