(To Write) is to Feel

Damaged.
That’s how I feel when I write misery, unhappiness, and anxiousness.
I write how I feel.

  • I don’t compress it.
  • I don’t deny it.
  • I don’t hide it.

I feel broken when I can’t write any happy thoughts.
But what choice do I have?
Stop.
I can’t.
If I stop the horrors, I struggle with will strangle me.
I’ll have to keep writing whatever the hell I feel.
I’m imperfect, vulnerable, and afraid.
But that doesn’t change the truth that I’m also brave, worthy of love, and belonging.
What I feel.
I write.