Writing process...

This memoir writing shit is all new to me. I thought it'd be a good idea to microdose on mushrooms to get my creative juices flowing today. What it did was open up all of the suppressed emotions connected to the memories and I got overwhelmed really fast. Stopped mid-sentence to just let the tears flow and text Wayne, my college lit professor who is coaching and encouraging me through this. That intensified the feelings and I started hyperventilating a bit. Took myself outside for fresh air and sunshine, grounding on my clover and hugging a tree. Played piano. Resumed writing until I couldn't see again for teary vision. Stopped to shower and blast "Brave" by Sara Bareilles on repeat for half an hour, just collapsed on the shower floor, sobbing and sobbing, letting the water wash over me and take it all with it. Dried off, stepped out, didn't feel ready. Returned to the shower to let out a scream, then came back out to resume life.

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