At the first breaking of the fog in my brain came an itch to write; to spill out of me in the only way I can what was and is going on in my head. To get the words out – that has always been the thing I ache to do. Not to do anything fancy with it and not for anyone’s approval, but to heal.
I heal in fits and bursts of writing.
I’ve continued a still unbroken record, though. I’ve still never been able to write through one of the Episodes. I managed to talk into a recorder through the scariest one, but never write. As much as I wish I could write through these things, the healing apparently happens after the fog breaks.
Well, I am daring to hope the fog is finally lifting. I’ve been wrong before, but the fact that there’s any hope at all…
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