I feel lost. I’m less than I once was, with more fears and even more dark places in my mind. I may always be lost. I’m not who I once I was, I’ve lost some dreams and gained new nightmares in their places. I’m lost. I’m not the person I used to be, there is less joy and more pain now.
But I can still write.
And if I can write, I can find my way through the fears and the pain. I am me and I always will be a writer.