A little unedited update on things:
Honestly, the past year has been difficult—so busy, so tired, so worn out to do what I love. What makes things worse are the voices in my head, voices from those I thought to be “friends”, questioning my sanity, telling me how stupid and neurotic I am to realize the “truth”. I know I was being lied to, but what sucks is I took them all in as my own truth. They’ve made me question my mind, made me question my self-worth (to the point they’ve resurrected my suicidal thoughts). They’ve made me question my skill and talent as a writer. (Do I even have the skill and talent to call myself one?)
I’m not making promises now. But this year, I hope to recover, to fight past the voices, find the the time and energy to write again. It’s only through the written word I can truly be myself, and I want to be myself again. I want to love myself to acknowledge that I deserve better than those decades of abuse.
So, thank you for your patience, and those little words of encouragement that keep me going for a while before the voices drown me again.
I hope to heal and to write again. I really do.
- rein