I tried to write something this evening and boy, was it hard! I felt like a novice driver trying to learn manual- stopping, starting, sometimes I’d get going, but this was usually just before I stalled again. I feel that I have so much to say, but getting it out, (let alone it being anything good) was really hard. I tried writing about something I really cared about- anorexia, and found that I knew so little that it wasn’t sincere, to something in the past year that I had experienced and found the emotional pain that I hadn’t even realised that I’d suppressed come burn me, freezing me.
I didn’t realise you could get out of practice in writing, but I guess I just proved that before! I thought it would be so easy to knock this one over, how wrong was I?
I’m going to start journalling again, I have a book, but I want this to be more scrap book style, hopefully I’ll learn how to drive.
