I'm Just A Lost Soul

Fifty

I stopped writing because the pain was too much to bear. The blank page felt like a cruel reminder of all that I had lost. But now, I find myself picking up the pen once again. It's not that the pain has gone away, but rather that I've come to accept it as a part of me. I'm ready to face it head-on and put my feelings down on paper. Maybe it's a form of self-torture, but it's also a way to process the hurt and move forward. Writing gives me the courage to confront my emotions and to embrace the raw, messy, beautiful chaos of life.