My writing feels like stutters. I’m not sure if a flow will ever come back to me anytime soon, but in the mean time, I’m not giving up.
Still, if my writing doesn’t make sense, it’s because I’m finding my way through a difficult time. It’s like I want to speak, but my throat is dry and scratchy. My breathing is labored and I can’t quite produce enough pressure to give words form. The most clear writings may be the ones dealing with what I’m going through, but I’m not giving up on telling others.