I stopped writing last year.

It was unexpected and is devastating.  I don’t feel it is writer’s block, but I don’t know what it is. I want to write, but I don’t necessarily want to dig deep. I didn’t want to feel any more than I had to. I don’t know how I’ll handle it, but not writing is being just as brutal.
I don’t really believe in resolutions per say, but I must do a better job at keeping a journal this year. I must.

Going to write a letter now.

Dearfutureme is calling.