I’ve been going deep into my head, to the point of being there more often than I should. The reason is simple. I needed to heal. I still need to, still have stuff to do, to figure out, to fix, to own, and while the solitude has helped, there is another thing that has done it: writing. Poetry, stories, novels, journaling, free writing… Anything that I could think about, I tried my hand at it, and the effects are showing.... Read more