It's a lot more difficult to write about my past than I thought it would be. It's funny how I can whip out fiction faster than my fingers can type, but my own, true story? The hardest thing I've ever had to do.
I like to think that this is therapeutic. That getting all the events down and telling the tale, which I've never told anyone thoroughly, will make me feel better in the end. Now I'm not entirely sure that will be the case. I feel so drained after I write a few hundred words... so tired. Sleeping has always been a issue for me, but now my dreams are being filled with shadows from my past again.
I will keep on writing though because it is who I am. It is what I do. I write.
Until later!
Mari
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