The Comfort of Distraction

As much as I loathe what I'm about to write, I know that change happens when we allow ourselves to be vulnerable. Plus, I feel my readers deserve my transparency. I haven’t posted much online over the last two and a half years, mainly because I haven’t known what to say. How do I explain that the thing I’ve done since I was eight—the one thing in my life that felt as natural as breathing—suddenly became impossible to do? Not just impossible. Terrifying. How could I explain the days spent hovering over the keyboard, hands shaking and tears streaming down my...

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