See, here’s the thing. I just need to talk to someone.
It’s as simple as that, really. I feel like my head is going to pop like that guy in Scanners. I never knew someone could keep so much in their head. I used to write because I enjoyed it. I still do, but now there is an added incentive. I write to calm myself and keep the stress and worry at bay.
It’s my refuge, the place where nothing is wrong, except what the plot demands. Where everything that happens is because I want it to; but sometimes the plot surprises me. I’ve given thought to what I want to say here and how to tell the story.
It really is the first time I’ve been filled to bursting with words and I don’t know how to get them out.
Since the original blog of One Step at a Time was about my living with Cerebral Palsy, it only seemed right that I talk about my Multiple Sclerosis on here, too. Someone gave me a wise piece of advice: you should think about what you want to say before you start writing.
Very sage advice indeed, but it seems all I’ve been doing lately is thinking. There’s such a thing as too much internal thought. I like my alone time as much as the next person, but this is getting ridiculous.
I want to remember, though. I need to tell someone. I guess that’s where you come in.