Lots of things hurt.
Or I wouldn’t be a writer.
Have you met many writers?
But lots of things don’t hurt.
I am easily overwhelmed or amazed.
You like sunsets.
That sunset is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I love sunsets. Where’s my camera??!
You like writing.
I can’t stop writing because I’ve never had a voice and this is the only chance I have to say all the things I’m feeling before I die. And if I write every day that I have left, I still won’t have said all I need to say to the world.
You had a bad day.
I had the worst day in my entire life and I have to find the will to continue.
You have issues.
I have mental illness coupled with anxiety from complex PTSD that makes good days rare and bad days merely survivable.
I feel things deeply. Maybe too much. But thank God for deep feelings. Or I wouldn’t be a writer, artist, actor, designer, photographer, caretaker, sunset-lover. Thank God for my sensitivity. Or I would be just: average. I’d rather feel too much than nothing at all.
You get me.
This isn’t a competition.
And if you think I’m too hard on myself?
Some people aren’t hard enough.
The truth is out there.
We just have to be willing to say it.