This Space Intentionally Left Blank

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I’m staring at a blank page.

With a blank mind.

Knowing that it’s time to write. Time to express. Time to vent.

And nothing’s coming.

Just write.

SOMETHING.

The part that kicks me in the butt. Really punches me in the throat meat.

Is that post last Saturday.

The last time I had a blank mind. The last time I didn’t know what to write. When I just let the fingers do the walking.

All’s Quiet On The Home Front

Written before the second trigger. Before the downward spiral. Before the lowest point.

Which wasn’t my lowest point ever, but, nevertheless, a scary place to be with newborn twins and a three year old toddler under my wing.

It was written before yesterday’s appointment. And I just have one little question.

One little thing.

What the fuck, Universe?

What the ACTUAL fuck?