I am seated here telling myself that today I should type something positive here on chain but I know it might not be entirely possible. Or even normal. And I say this knowing how rough the last few days have been for me.

I should start by my nephew is getting better and on Thursday he might be coming home. That is good news and I am really glad.

But then there's this story of feeling a lil depressed. I can't help but feel disconnected from humanity and life. I know that sounds like going overboard with the overthinking thing but it's my truth. Probably because I am struggling to write yet I desperately want to. My pens at the moment are busy fighting my writing perfectionist and looking to set my soul free but for now, I strain to fluently write in the future.

There's the need to also grow from this experience of writer's block or whatever it is called. It's the challenges that I seek to curve out in poetry and prose while the pain is still raw. The challenges where the mind wades through darkness to find light and purpose. Isn't that how we share to heal?

I am looking to rediscover my writing passion. The same fire that brews poetic rhymes and powerful stanzas from my depths. The inspiration to talk about my pain and sins on equal measures. The wins too. My heart and it's questionable way of falling for the wrong souls.

How will this happen you ask... I don't know too but I am trusting the universe to trust me with enough light for me follow around. Enough to light up my next step. To guide me back to my shrine of light.

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So... how are you?

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BQ.