I am so torn. I want to write, and have a good platform for it. For some reason I keep on coming back here even though I've tried to get some other place to free my mind. Maybe I should just keep on going with this site.
There is something liberating in writing down your thoughts. I've recently started keeping a diary again. My mind, which is always full of thoughts, can finally breath once I've scribbled down a few lines. It seems I need this, maybe more than I want to admit. My mind needs words. Both taking in the written word and making my own, a way of creativity and clearing the mind.
I've struggled with stress quite a lot these last four years. This has taken the shape of stomach problems, eczemas and fatigue. Maybe a way of dealing with stress would be to get my thoughts out of me? I think it would be worth a shot. And it might get me closer to a dream I have of one day writing a book. I need to become better at listening to my own body and the signs it's giving me. And daring to dream. I have so many dreams that I want to come true one day. If I don't do something about it they never will come true.