I can’t write.
Not really write.
I have spent endless hours, staring at a blank word document. I’ve shut the computer, slammed the screen into the keyboard with frustration that is tactile. I’ve tried to go blank. Nothing works.
I’ve had ugly, silencing bouts of it before. And I’ve always come out the other side.
But the thing is, every time feels like its the time. The one that might end it. The one I won’t get out of.