The Fog Has Lifted
It's been quite some time since my last post. I don't really understand why I stopped writing, or why I feel compelled to write this morning. I just know that I did stop and now I want to start again. The fog has lifted, for now, and I feel the need to pour myself onto the page. Writing has been my chosen therapy for about thirty-six years. It's cheaper than going to a trained professional and I usually discover the answers to my own questions as my fingers fly over the keyboard. The keys are my metaphorical keys to understanding why I do what I do and think the way I think. As I sipped my coffee this morning, I became aware of an awakening. Yes, I was literally waking up from a good night's sleep, but I also felt that my true self was waking up. It's been over a year and a halt since I've felt that way. I've missed it. I've missed feeling like myself. For a reason that still eludes me, after forty-four years on this planet, I allowed myself to