I started the new year off writing faithfully, until it all went capult. Not only do I think it’s time for me to get back to writing, it feels like this is where I should have been. Since the time that I was able to put pencil to paper, I’ve been writing. It’s always been my safe haven, even when the world itself feels like it’s closing in on me and trying to swallow me up.
Writing has always allowed me an escape, it allows me to communicate my deepest passions, my deepest fears, my inner truths, my dreams and hopes, as it gives way to my future. As I end this piece, I say, “It’s time to get back to me”