I feel excited about the things I learned today. I almost passed out in yoga class yesterday. I don’t know what tomorrow holds. But I like this flute music. This wasn’t a very well designed journal post. I want to express how I feel but I don’t know why, and I’m also a bit lazy about it. I’ll start with something small like this. Sometimes I feel like being private and alone is relaxing, so it’s kind of chaotic that the inspiration for self expression comes from none other than the most private inner workings of my heart and soul. It feels stripping or exhausting to wring it out of me, and it’s all based on my stupid silly life and the things I go through. Whatever it may be. Some things are just so personal, so I had to take a step back for a while, and not write about anything to anyone. What I’m going through currently, or have been going through is difficult to put into words. And I have been quietly listening, and learning. But there is something to be gained from expression, a lot. And I took my foot off the gas a little from doing so for a while. So that I could explore uncomfortable other ways of existing than just in this particular space, if that makes sense. I had to, it was pressing that I do that. As part of my own healing journey. Tomorrow marks my first month since detox. So I am. Just getting back to…. Center and exploring the beginning roots of my healing journey forward from this point.
I’m too tired to edit this into making sense. Stream of consciousness and edit later (never). This is just a place to freely spit out whatever you want, process, I don’t care. Without passing judgement as much as you are focusing on the act of… articulating. The shit you experienced, blah blah blah, and process, and recording, because, journaling is good for you or something like that.
