I’ve always wanted to start a blog. I didn’t know what the blog was going to be about. I thought to myself

Maybe I’ll try different things and post reviews on them. No certain topics or anything just random stuff…

But that didn’t satisfy any creative hunger inside of me. Then I started reading Big Magic: Creative Living Beyond Fear by Elizabeth Gilbert and my inner writer started to stir new creative juices inside my gut. I get anxiety writing in my journals – a story for another time – but I have so much pent up emotions that suppressing them any longer felt childish. And honestly, the longer I went with keeping my mouth shut about how I was feeling about things the more I felt my insides bubbling to the top of the surface and I wanted to explode.

My most creative outlet is writing, or in this case typing, or in any case getting the words I’ve always wanted to say out of me. Just me typing this out has slowly let me lessen the tension of my shoulders and I can actually feel my stomach expand with air, because I’m breathing. Lol craaaaazy. For now though, since I’m in treatment, this will probably be the easiest way for me to metaphorically throw up.