Dashyacurry: Stick a fork in it then, 'cause this blog's dead.
No shit, dude!
I made the decision last night that I need to write more. I've been avoiding it because I just don't have the emotional energy all the time. But, fuck it. I know it helps me and I know I enjoy it. Even if others don't.
What do you all want to know about? Seriously, I'm open for suggestion!
My life is pretty much physical therapy, psychological therapy, physical therapy, nutritionist, rinse and repeat. And it's awesome. I'm getting my shit together and getting the help I need and it's fucking amazing. And I'm grateful every single day that I trekked my terrified ass across the country because my worst day here has been better than the best day I'd had in years.
I want to change. I want to push myself. I want to be better. Stronger. (Faster. Harder.) I want to become the person I fantasize about being. And I know that person writes in here. But it's been so long since I've written about anything other than pain and fear that I'm not sure I know how to anymore.