hard things
I would like to preface this post with a separate thought entirely. I don't feel like myself at all when I don't write. I feel like everything becomes so jumbled in my head; all the thoughts clamoring for attention waiting to be typed out. It's kind of exhausting in a way. I have too many thoughts and I can't sort it all out. Eventually, I have to fight through this to get somewhere. I can't just sit with all of it inside my brain anymore. This post is that: trying to sort through a years' worth of jumbled-ness. Try and follow along if you can, I'm not even sure I'll be able to. Something that has been weighing on me lately is the sense that everyone I associate myself with is just barely scratching the surface of knowing me. All of the social media and technology creates a false sense of connectedness in a lonely reality. Too often I see expressions of sadness and depression on social media, and I don't reach out. I keep scrolling to see someon