I’ve been journaling online before anyone even thought it would be a thing. I found a site over 2 decades ago and began my journey. Life had other plans and my desire and ability to keep writing waned until it was all tucked away in a box in my mind and left in a dusty corner of the attic of my brain.
I am back, after having traveled a tumultuous and painful road. I feel a bit lost and jumbled, as if my entire soul is being thrown into a storm and tossed about in waves, crashing into rocks, and I think I see a mermaid with a trident ready to pierce me through.
I know I will survive. Some small part of me persists, it’s fingers wrapped around the strings of my existence with a grip causing the circulation to slow and the buzz of pain to throb. I feel precarious still, trying to navigate another trip into the unknown.
The abyss is always laughing at me.
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