Writing :: putting words next to one another to somehow make sense of the mind’s mazes.
Ernest Hemingway described it rather aptly as just needing to “sit down at a typewriter and bleed”.
Bleeding :: a negative sensation showing a tear in your exterior, a crack in your soul.
Negativity :: the catalyst for many masterpieces; or hindrance for your passions.
Passions :: include writing.
How then to get yourself out of the circle which feeds on your apathy and unwillingness to share with others and, more importantly, yourself how you are feeling? For a public sphere, privacy jumps in to guard or excuse you, but what’s holding you back from spilling your mind’s cocktail and soaking personal pages with at least acknowledgement of blood?
Being busy solidifies any numbness which may be protecting you but the evidence is clear-cut from your history of cathartic pieces – you need to write. To rationalise, to heal and to move forward.