Write. Just write.

I believe it was Hemingway who said there is nothing to writing , you just sit at a typewrite and bleed. (I paraphrase of course.) If you're writing from your heart, then you should always feel that way. I do.As I'm sitting here typing this listening to Doctor Who my Jack Russell was just rewarded for misbehaving. Anyways. I love writing. I wish I was better at it and had better things to write about. I could tell you about my life, but we might be here all night. Something about me: I work hard. For everything. I prove you wrong, I don't hear the word can't. Everything in life takes hard work, everything. You want that degree? Hard work. Wanna lose ten pounds and get in better shape? That takes hard work too.Want to fall in love? Have a happy relationship? Guess what, that takes hard work too. Everything takes hard work, and if you're willing to work hard than you can have everything.I can be really upbeat, but also really down. I try not to be down, I work hard to be happy. I have setbacks, and I take responsibility for them. They make me stronger and more thankful for who I am today. One thing therapy has very much so helped me with is writing everything down, my feelings, my thoughts when they're good and when they're bad. I started a journal after Silas died. I started it all on my own, wrote my heart out, cried and cried. I haven't moved on from Silas. I'll never forget him and what he did for me. Who he was for me, how he changed me, inspired me. I realized I should love me....as I am; whoever that is whatever she does. I should love me. Since then when, I started writing again, my moods have waxed and waned sometimes really intensely. Good lovely highs, and scary, scary lows. Write.I can be an open book and keep so many secrets all at the same time.I've sat down at my laptop and bled. Should I erase it all, or publish?I think for now I'll publish. I can always edit later.Because unlike in life, The internet, word docs and blogs all can be edited later.

This is a picture from a few weeks ago on Post Secret. I haven't shared it with anyone. No one knows I have it saved to my phone. But I keep it because it reminds me of Silas, I kept my old phone because it had all his old texts and pictures of him. Memories I don't ever want to lose.
Hold on to those memories and hold on tight.
and always overuse the word I love you.
That is all.