I used to put pen to paper, pouring out my thoughts. My raw emotions. Just train of thought stuff. Usually to poor Rish. Who read my letters for years and years.
Now I’m much more able to ramble out my thoughts in person. To the right people. Sometimes I need to prepare, with a letter, a text message, or a look.
Sometimes I don’t realise what I’m thinking about until I start talking. Same with the writing. It doesn’t come out until I start.
I’m going well. This has enabled me to look at some things a little more. Think things through. Think about what I want and how that fits in with the rest of what’s going on for me now.
I still can’t just write any more. Not really. It doesn’t flow as well.
Maybe one day.