I haven’t been able to sleep very well lately. My brain never shuts off, so of course bedtime is the time my brain decides it needs to relive moments in my life that are best left alone. I’ve managed to fend this off by playing the Hamilton cast recording all night, but it didn’t work last night.
I decided on Sunday that maybe the best way to work through the latest happening in my life is to write about it. Yeah, big mistake. I managed to write a few sentences before I got queasy and needed to stop. When I write, I am obsessed with capturing every single detail, which can be good for capturing the reader’s attention but can be detrimental to my mental health. Maybe the chain of events is too fresh in my mind to be written down, but at the same time I really just want to get these images out of my head.
Maybe some things aren’t meant to be documented, but I just feel very strongly that this particular moment in my life needs to come out through prose.