Hello me…

“Hello me, it’s me again”

Found a bunch of my old writing last night. About two years worth. It shocked me how actively I was writing at one point and how long it’s been since I put fingers to keyboard. It broke my heart and gave me hope.

The writing I found was a mix of poetry (which has always been my favorite thing to write) and blog posts about mental illness, politics, the loss of my father, nudism. All of the things I was once passionate about.

Where did that passion go? How does it just slip away? Was it gradual or did it happen all at once?

I miss my old self. Every day I think of her and who she once was. I compare her to who she is now and how far she’s come and gone.
How did I call her back to me?

I guess putting my fingers to keyboard, like now, might help me in the long run. As of right now I’m still lost and can’t find my passion or the words to draw it back out of me. So, until she magically reappears I guess this is it.

“Well me, Nice talking to myself”

Jezzie