Well, I suppose we'll give it a try.
Nov. 14th, 2020 03:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
reillyeileenIt's surprising how difficult this feels to start.
It's been a long time since I wrote without an audience. It's been all filtered posts and edited captions and considering deeply how every semicolon would be received. But this is a thing that used to feel easy, sharing my own thoughts about my own life. It used to feel easy.
I worry sometimes that I'm at risk of losing my own voice completely. I'm not sure to what. I'm just sure that speaking is risky. Speaking up feels like sticking my neck out. Like putting an apple on my head and facing the archer.
But I am desperate for a space. I am desperate for a connection, for an outlet, for a room of four walls where no one can see me, for freedom to feel deeply. For the option not to be stifled. For the option to be free.
So maybe this is it? I guess we'll find out.
It's been a long time since I wrote without an audience. It's been all filtered posts and edited captions and considering deeply how every semicolon would be received. But this is a thing that used to feel easy, sharing my own thoughts about my own life. It used to feel easy.
I worry sometimes that I'm at risk of losing my own voice completely. I'm not sure to what. I'm just sure that speaking is risky. Speaking up feels like sticking my neck out. Like putting an apple on my head and facing the archer.
But I am desperate for a space. I am desperate for a connection, for an outlet, for a room of four walls where no one can see me, for freedom to feel deeply. For the option not to be stifled. For the option to be free.
So maybe this is it? I guess we'll find out.
