I've stopped writing. I used to write fifteen hundred words a day. I'm too busy and too down to write these days. I haven't written at all this year and that is horribly disappointing. I need to start again but I'm scared; scared of realizing I've finally lost my tiny little shred of talent, scared of failing.
Therapy was hard yesterday. I kicked off my shoes, snuggled up on the couch and cried and complained. I cried in the car on the way home. Once home I slept for hours. Last evening we went for a walk and that helped, being out and seeing there is still a world humming along with or without me.
Today is cleaning day. Wish me luck.
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