The hardest part of writing is the echo of emotion it brings with it.
Pushing through labor pains is easier than this.
It's fine when I'm composing in my head but the moment I sit at the keyboard, it's the shakes, the tight chest and the stomach knots that make my priority continuing to breathe... not writing.
Someone asked about the therapist I was seeing when the last split occurred. It's at least as important for me to acknowledge it as it is for anyone to read about it.
One day it won't hurt to write about my life. Today is not that day.