Writing

I am obsessed with writing. I feel the weight of my life coming off of me as I put it onto the screen. And into the universe.

That’s not an exaggeration. I feel lighter. As a person. Because I am allowing myself to purge memories from my brain and turn them into relatable stories and poetry. And when you read them, it makes me happy. But I am happy when I hit publish too.

Because every time I publish a memory or a thought that’s been nagging at me, I free up more space in my brain. I’ve rid my brain of so many tough memories by writing about them that I literally have more bandwidth available.

This is what happened with all that extra room to explore. I wrote. I created publications. I found places to contribute. I found myself.

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