I put off having a come apart because who wants to have a nervous breakdown? But you can’t rise from the ashes until there are ashes to rise from, and that requires a fire. You have to burn it all down to start over sometimes. To be cleansed by the fire, you have to start the fucking fire. It is definitely a “trust the process” thing, a “leap of faith” thing, and perhaps a bit of a “what the hell do I have to lose” thing.

People who “go crazy” don’t worry about being crazy. Propping up the “not crazy” façade doesn’t matter anymore. There is freedom in crazy. Embrace the crazy.

I am grieving the loss of myself.

Clarity and Connection: You can feel alone, but you’re never truly alone. You can’t be, it’s not possible. All things are connected.”

Write because you must, not because anyone might care. Be brave. The only way out is through.

Write about the stuff that hurts. Everything is so fucking sad. Get it out.