Writing from a distance

When I write confessionally, or vulnerably, i.e. autobiographically, I plummet towards exhaustion, like stone to floor. My writing energy hardens from good intentions, to fears of “getting in trouble”: whatever trouble means. I know this makes me a prisoner of my mind, and I’m aware this means self-care is essential. Once self-care is established, psychological…

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I’ll just write about life

I don’t know what to write. I don’t know what to write for blogs. For stories. For poems. I think I found myself some writer’s block. I have complex post-traumatic stress disorder, or C-PTSD. The “C” means that I didn’t get here through the classic method—going to war, for example—but through the thousand-cuts method, injured…

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