Oh boy. I was startled. Thought I had written a bit. Then came to see I had been distracted all day with words for others. Government documents. Legal documents. Meeting notes. But no words for me. I had starved myself in a way. Deprived myself of my own words for my own serenity. My words which provide me a reprieve, a retreat, a refuge. I need to write and express myself. It’s like a limb that needs exercising. Otherwise, the day goes by in which I didn’t truly share a bit of my being. But, here I am. Here are a few words to share. My angst. My need for my fingers to engage in word vomit.
Psychologist MImi Philosophy
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