A Quick Thought

I'm in a weird place. Not physically (I'm not at a Church of Scientology or anything), but I'm in a weird place mentally - and emotionally. I've stopped writing too. That's usually the sign for me, anyway. It's not that I don't have anything to say, it's that I have too much to say.

I started writing the Sick Boy 'series' to get to this very point - to write about my life after Covid. Now that I'm here, I have no idea how to begin. I used to be the type of person who casually wrote and talked about personal feelings and fears. I miss that. In recent years I've learned that the very people who listen to your pain today might very well use your pain as proof of your weakness tomorrow. It's a shame, really, that honesty is treated so unjustly. So why write anything further? Why write about the things that will be ammunition to certain types of people out there? Because I choose to be me. I choose to be the open book I've always been. I choose to talk and write about my ideas and my truths. I choose to write about my fears and my pain, not because they are me, but because they shape me.

Isn't that more helpful than being ignorant? Isn't it more helpful to your personal growth to allow the world around you to, at the very least, enter your realm of thought and conversation? Fuck 'em if they think it's weakness - I know it's strength.

More to come soon! Read along.

R