Ruptured and...

Introduction to my new, hopefully successful, series

It has been extremely hard for me to write lately. I’m unsure what’s going on in my head that makes me too scared, angry, embarrassed, and/or guilty to write. No writing will happen if I leave it up to myself. I swear I have so much shit to say and so many thoughts running wild, but I have no clue where to start. It all begins to feel overwhelming. When I’m overwhelmed, I’d rather not deal with any of the thoughts and feelings. So, I shut my computer, put down the pen, shut off my thoughts, and choose to watch T.V. or sleep instead.

I need to write. I need to release all of these feelings. Someone is probably saying, “Okay, girl. Pull out your journal and write.” To that, I say, none of it counts—for me—if I’m not sharing these big and little feelings with someone (anyone) outside of my little world.

Can I share my thoughts with you all, please? Some thoughts and feelings will be expected, while others have me feeling awful to say out loud because I should just be grateful, right? Maybe. But I would also like to honor my journey and my truth.

Let’s call this series “Ruptured and…”