My therapist assigned me some very specific writing this week after I found myself in an extremely dark place. Again. I’m not publishing it here – maybe someday I will, along with all the other stuff I keep to myself, who knows – but what I want to say at the moment is the act of writing from that dark place, and sitting with it instead of censoring it or deleting it, helped me. It didn’t change anything, but it somehow defused the situation I found myself in. It took a couple of days, but I feel better.
I’ll take better.