I think I’ve lost track of myself. The things I usually love to do got so left behind and lost, and I didn’t even notice. I had a moment today where I remembered what it’s like to get my feelings down on paper, but it just hasn’t felt the same.
For some reason, it’s not coming as naturally to me and it’s not feeling like the natural tool to fight anxiety I once had. Is it because I haven’t been feeling as overwhelmed? Or am I just losing touch with that makes me, me?
I wish these feelings came so naturally to me that I wouldn’t even have to try to write. It would just be something I continuously love to do and am constantly inspired to carry out. And I do love it, but the inspiration doesn’t come as often, and appears further apart every day?
I want to love the hobbies I used to do without obstacles. I want it to come naturally again.