I keep writing and then deleting.
It’s like the person who is the writer in me has gone on vacation.
It’s like every so often I pick up a new internal identity and run with that. I fixate on something new and then leave whoever I was in the past. At this point it just feels like I have left all of me in the past.
I miss writing so much that it hurts. I feel thoughtless and empty. I feel like I am without words.
Becoming Brave 