I have written an entire blog, but I can’t publish it. It’s an installment I wrote in hopes of drowning out the deafening pain I’m in at this very moment. I can hear “gut yourself open” repeating over and over again in my head. But why? Is there someone who needs to hear what I have to say? Is there some sort of revelation coming as I dive right into these jolts of painful memories? Am I unable to publish anything else until I let this out? Is this where I’m even supposed to process these things?
Gut yourself open
Gut yourself open
Gut yourself open
I have written an entire blog, but I can’t publish it. It’s an installment I wrote in hopes of drowning out the deafening pain I’m in at this very moment. I can hear “gut yourself open” repeating over and over again in my head. But why? Is there someone who needs to hear what I have to say? Is there some sort of revelation coming as I dive right into these jolts of painful memories? Am I unable to publish anything else until I let this out? Is this where I’m even supposed to process these things?