Rush of my Heart

Because writing is cheaper than therapy

Hi everyone…it’s been a long time.

I haven’t been able to write. Since everything…I just haven’t been able to do it. I haven’t been able to record the story. It’s felt too big, the memories hurt too much, and I haven’t been able to find the good in any of it.
It’s been five years since I sat down to commit a thought or memory to paper. I kept hoping if I didn’t record any of it, these years would be wiped from my internal hard drive. Lost to time.
But I’m still waiting. My systems are jammed. My mind’s storage space perpetually flashing warnings that it’s full to capacity and I have to make more room. I never do, and I keep crashing. So… I guess I’m writing again. Yet these years are just too much for a blog. In January, I started working on a bigger writing project in an effort to offload some of these years. It’s a start. So thank you for still being here – and thank you for reading through the ugliness that is too often reality – if you are still reading. Perhaps there will be freedom in the truth. I don’t know yet. I’m hoping to keep blogging in the meantime while I work on finding out – one memory at a time.

Stay tuned…

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