The sick still write

Hey,
It's been a while. Yes, I'm still alive. I've been struggling with the aches at night for about ten days. Every day around 4:00pm I start to feel aches like I'm getting sick. I wake up okay and get back on the horse. Not sure what's up with that. It must pain me not to be at work (right). We were at the beach this weekend. I had an interesting experience. We started a writing group with some friends, Matt and Nat. I read an essay. It''s something I wrote about family. I new it would be hard, but I didn't expect to find myself, immersed in grief that I haven't felt (or allowed myself to feel) for a while. It is scary to realize that pain lives inside us, and is so present. I broke down a bit. It scared me.
I hope that I didn't scare anybody off. I was assured that I didn't, and I felt supported. It is difficult to write what you live and feel. What it comes down to is, how honest are you willing to be? Well, even the sick still write.

Comments

[Nathalie]

It is scary and brave to live life honestly and purely. I encourage and support you in your path for truth and respect for your experience. I'm all about raw. Except for veggies, in which case I prefer steamed.

"We write to taste life twice, in the moment, and in retrospection … we write to be able to transcend our life, to reach beyond it. We write to speak with others." Anais Nin