I've been struggling for a few weeks now while changing meds, and I'm feeling really low. All I can think about is what I thought my life would be. I can't be the only one, right?
My
#WIP
is slow going but as my best friend likes to say, "It's a marathon not a sprint."
However, I could use some encouragement from the
#WritingCommunity
😊
Twitter for most women is like being drunk in the bathroom of a bar. We raise each other up and show love without it being weird. Call it feminism. And we should always be that way.
I scroll through Twitter and constantly wonder if I'm a real writer. I don't drink coffee. I don't have a cat or dog. I'm not into DnD or video games. But I do struggle with getting my words on paper daily and the fear of not being good enough is strong.
Can you imagine if poets like Plath, Poe, Whitman, Dickinson, Byron, and many others, I can't name them all, had SM to express themselves in real time? I see so much of their influences, and it brings me such joy. 😁💚
I am humbled and amazed by all the birthday wishes I have received and am extremely grateful to everyone who took time out of their day to express them. Love to all ❤️
I've led a sedentary lifestyle since before covid. This past week, I decided to end that by starting an exercise regimen. So far, so good. But, I may need some encouragement from time to time, and that's when I'll need y'all. 💚💚💚
I’m posting a selfie because I’m allowed to exist.
I’m allowed to share my face because I want to. Sharing it does not mean it’s an invitation to you for anything. I’m existing here, just as I exist in person. And my existence does not require your approval.