i really do mean to write more often. writing is such a cathartic, settling thing to do; it really helps to organize and expand my thoughts, and allows me so much perspective that i can't get otherwise. but it's hard to write. it used to be easy- necessary, even- for me to write, and i would write every day, often several times a day. but since ( Read more... )

It's crazy to think back to 7 years ago today. Things were so different. My obsessions, preoccupations, my sense of self, my priorities, my outlook on life. 7 years doesn't feel that long ago in the big picture, but it's almost safe to say that somewhere between then and now I crossed the line between kid and adult. 7 years ago today I told ( Read more... )

I'd like to make this a regular thing, this journal writing. I used to write religiously, back in high school and college, when I was filled with angst, or whatever you want to call it. Now I'm relatively settled: got a husband I really love, a job I really like, my seretonin levels have been adjusted by time and modern science, and as a result, ( Read more... )