I’ve been spending a lot of time just allowing my thoughts and feelings to simmer. Keeping myself from losing my head in a sea of emotions The danger in that is becoming numb to any feelings and I’m not in a place to clearly decide whether I want that or not. ‘What ifs’ are the devil. I swear.
But isn’t that normal to muster thoughts that scare yourself? I’m willing to reason that more than myself and a couple medically diagnosed schizophrenic people share this recognition. Thoughts are a scary place, which is why I am finding solace in Netflix. I’m sufficiently thrown for a loop. I’m wanting to begin writing but I really don’t have any ideas. And I don’t want to continue on with a previous short story. I want to start new because I am new. I love resting in that.