Beginning Again

I haven’t written much in the past six months. The longer I went without writing, the more I started getting in my head about it. 

I’ve been putting so much pressure on myself to have it be perfect. To the point I felt like I didn’t even want to try if it wouldn’t be perfect. And then I’d beat myself up for not trying. I wanted to write, but I was scared. I felt stuck in a loop. The voices of doubt and anxiety were so loud. 

I needed to remember the why. Why do I write and why do I share my writing? Writing makes me feel alive. Writing is part of my purpose for being here. Through my words, I help heal humanity. 

So, here I am. Sharing my writing. Beginning again.