Finding it difficult to focus on writing when it seems the world is on fire? I certainly am.
Recounting past traumas is difficult enough without the pain of learning you're not alone. "You're not alone" is that salve that makes you feel better (not alone) while also stinkin' to high heaven (not alone.)
It's enough to constipate the mind, the words, the memories that should have passed, would have passed, if not for each day birthing new terrors.
I'm finding solace in some of my favorite writing on writing. Dear Sugar's reponse to Elissa Bassist is just the cure I needed this morning. It's a reminder that the answers are always there. I just have to be willing to look.