It seems unnatural to always be writing from such a dark place and state of mind.
It seems unlike me.
I feel oppressed and imprisoned by my own thoughts on this.
I feel robbed of my own happiness without the ability to free myself.
Caught in a web of craziness that is holding me tight.
It has such an unbending grip.
It feels unpleasant to attempt to explain this feeling.
I hate exploring this dark place.
It's not filled with brilliance and resilience my mind knows exists.
It's filled with chaos and self doubt
that is never fleeting.
It feels selfish to be writing from a place like this.
It.
Doesn't.
Fit.
Me.
- Heather
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