emotional

God, I feel like crying. My heart is heavy, my head is fuzzy, and every minute I break down. I keep experiencing writer's block, and I'm just tired. No words can express how burdensome this is for me.

I'm becoming the best author this world has known. Because words are my weapon. I was born to tell stories. Careful, or you'll end up in my novel😁

Just know you’re not alone, many great writers have sat in the exact same darkness you’re in. What you’re feeling isn’t failure; it’s your mind asking for grace. Maybe today isn’t about pushing through. Maybe it’s about breathing, resting, and being kind to yourself.

Thanks, dear. I'm trying to tell myself that countless times. But it not stinking in. I just feel like chopping my head off, pulling my brain out, and giving it a hot, resounding slap.