For the first time, I feel:
I don’t know how long I can keep writing in blogphilic. Not because I don’t want to – because I don’t know for how much longer, how, to keep writing deeply personal thoughts for public consumption. I am not a corpse given up for medicinal and educational purposes, laid out on the mortuary table awaiting dissection. Adulthood is really revealing itself to be an intricate maze with no easy, one-size-fits-all solution. Not surprising, but admittedly the complexity of my worries and dilemmas are becoming increasingly (soul)troubling and once again, deeply personal, to the point that I prefer confiding to a friend (or several) in person, over hot meals and drinks. It’s not so easy anymore to write them all down.
How do you write down aching, breaking, muddled, hot to the core –feelings?