Dear Diary,
My therapist asked if I had ever kept a journal and my response was, I use to write a few things, a lifetime ago. She said maybe it's time to start again. So here I am. Truth is, I kept an online diary for years. From the age of 17 to about 30ish. Every thought, idea, and question got typed out. Every life changing event, every crisis, every heartbreak. Then the site shut down, life began rolling (sometimes right over me) and writing just got pushed into a dark corner. Which meant every thought and question I've had over the past few years has just collided in my brain. A thousand freight trains with not one conductor in sight. Add to that anxiety, depression, grief, loss, love, triumphs, and just overall daily crap and my brain feels like a gazillion bouncy balls are just crashing around and one day it's all going to just fall out of my mouth and I'll be left standing alone in a padded room.
I'm not sure I have an actual "plan" for writing in this. I'm not sure if I want to figure out why I think the way I do or if I just need a sounding board. So Dear Diary, buckle up because this might be a bumpy ride.