It’s come back to this. That time of year when I stare at a blank screen, saying “It’s only 200 words, it’s fine.”
I’m sat here listening to my old playlists and going through all of my old (not necessarily good) self-comfort routines.
I’m slowing down my breathing by singing to slow(ish) songs and every so often tapping at my keyboard.
Having to articulate my feelings helps.
I always think in words anyway — pictures accompany the words, but essentially, I’m thinking aloud inside my head all the time — so typing isn’t something that’s hard for me to do.
Apparently, not everyone thinks like this — which is something that blew my mind when I first found out.
One day, a short time ago…