Information designer, opera critic, heavy reader
December 16, 2019
Making peace with D. is a really healing process, or, at least, I find my contribution to it…
It all started with a loud disappointed moan.
Her unease grows. But there’s nothing on the surface.
That early morning time when there’s no reason to get up yet, but also no time to dream, she awakes feeling broken.
The first thing she’d done after leaving her therapist that day was writing them down. The first, and the second, and then, this.
“What motivates you to write? Do you need an external push of any kind?”