The truth about anxiety is that no matter what words I type, I want to hit the delete button. And that truth transcends into every aspect of my life.
I’m halfway through a therapy session when I have a sudden thought. I really want a T-shirt emblazoned with the words “I do what I want.” I want it so badly ... In my head they are code words for “Fuck you...."
I pulled out my favorite summer dress and let it fall familiarly over me as I smiled at the memories enshrouded in the fabric. It’s purple and pink and everything that makes me feel free.
As my Project 365 comes to a close, I am going to take some time to reflect, and write, about the lessons that came with it. The project helped me be strong enough to ask for help; to be more vulnerable. It’s hard, it sucks, and I wouldn't trade it for anything.
I simply found myself unable to write the ending I’d come to rely on. It wasn’t the ending I wanted for my characters anymore. It wasn’t the ending I wanted for me anymore.