Sanctuary

I know I haven’t written much lately. The words are there but every time I sit here and I stare at the blank page, it stares right back at me, and it scares me.

I’ve been writing in here for 7 years: It is my sanctuary. It is the one place that I can say all the stupid things going on in my head without fear or regret or judgement.

When I made it public, that changed. Now I feel the weight of the world’s eye bearing down on me with every keystroke.

Why did I do that?

Maybe I got fed up of screaming into the void.

Maybe I wanted attention: some small belief that my words would actually be heard by someone else and I wouldn’t feel as alone.