Thoughts or Something

I would be lying if I said that I knew where to start off here. Like most of the decisions in my life, this one was made pretty quickly and probably not thought out all that well. Regardless, I’m continuing to write now.

I’ve been through a lot since I stopped posting stuff here, a lot of it complicated and not all that good. I’m here now, though, and I have survived everything. The thing about anxiety is that it makes things worse, especially the things that make you anxious normally. That’s a huge part of the complications that I’ve been dealing with, especially when it came to the rough patch that was during the holidays. I never stopped writing during that time, but all of it wasn’t exactly happy.

No fluff pieces, for example.

Most of the time, things that I considered writing about were based completely off of my own experience and I knew that presented a huge problem for me. Writing about your own life could only take you so far, especially when your anxieties were preventing you from straying off the beaten path. I found myself imagining one or two of my characters in situations that were directly connected to my own life; it couldn’t last forever, but I was out of ideas until one started forming in the back of my mind.

It’s still being worked on in the very early stages, and it’s currently scattered throughout two or three different notebooks I’m supposed to be using for class. Everything is still taking shape, but it’s there.

For that reason, I hope that you will continue to stay with me.

Lots of love,

Reina

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