These days I actually feel like I want to take my brain out of my skull and put it in a chest for a few months so that it can just chill.
I feel sorry for my brain – I’m serious.
Like if it’s having to deal with all the stress I put it through, it needs a damn long holiday.
I’m sorry brain, I really am.
I actually have back and forth conversations with myself. Maybe this is bad, maybe this is good, if it is good why is it stressing me?
I’ve been stressed. That’s why I haven’t written in a while.
But I’m back now. By God’s grace.
Write soon! xx