It feels a little strange sitting here at my cluttered desk. I didn’t think I’d be doing this again. My fingers feel a little stiff and unsure putting these words together. It’s been three weeks but it feels as if it’s been months, years even since I’ve put together a coherent thought.
I keep cycling between wanting to keep writing and wanting to give it up. My mind is split in half. I don’t know which side is winning, but I’m here, writing this, so one side must have the upper hand right now.
What exactly keeps bringing me back here?