I think I'm tired of myself. I'm not certain, because I won't even let myself "go there." I know there is a lot of thoughts that I need to process and put down on paper, but I haven't done it. Just the thought of doing it exhausts me. Still, I carry the thoughts on with me through day after day. I know my load would be so much lighter if I would allow myself to think. Why am I so afraid of it?
I used to enjoy processing my thoughts. I wrote in a journal almost every day and just put it all out there. It was when I let myself go that I felt the most alive. This sounds insane, I know. I'm going to consider it a prelude to the real thinking that I need to do.
Maybe this weekend. Serious journal time. Something is awry...must.solve.the.mystery...that is myself.
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