I’ve been a little bit stuck on what to write about recently, but tonight I came across an old story I wrote a few years ago. It was written when I had just come out of the darkest time of my life.
Frankly, it’s not great, but I’ve refused to allow myself to edit the rough edges. I want to remember the feelings, the rush, the emotions, and the darkness. If the person I am now edits the person I was, it’s not an accurate depiction anymore. Any one up for my own story?