Exaustion

So after taking two days to write the last post. I realized just how mentally exhausting it was to write. Not because I had to think, but because I had to relive things to write about them again. It's hard enough to think of bad memories but to write them for the world to see is difficult in its own right. But it has also hampered other creative paths in my life. I've found myself not wanting to write in my novels nor in my short stories either. Maybe my brain is just too tired to try for a bit.


Serin out