I told myself I should start writing more positive or praise worthy things.
To let everyone know I am a happy person too haha.
I caught myself though; wanting to do it for approval.
Something I have done my whole life: tried to conform for approval.
No one’s fault; but my own faulty thinking for the most part.
Anyway, I had to say no, it’s OK.
This is how I am.
How I write.
My writing originated as an escape.
A way to understand or express all that I couldn’t always understand or get others to understand. About life, myself, whatever.
When one goes to therapy, typically it is usually more about problems than all that’s going great.
I too, relish in life when it’s going well.
I don’t have to work through it all.
I live in it: The peace and joy and moments that I have that.
Which are getting more frequent lately!! Thank you Jesus!
So I might just be more MIA when I am doing well, that’s all.
And writing will still be, some mad art form I use towards freedom.
Regardless of what they think.
Of what I think.
We can’t help it lmao.
That’s my answer.