It only hurts all the time

Who the hell am I?

Writing is talking is breathing

When I was growing up, in relative chaos--more on that later (maybe)-- analog blogging (i.e. journaling) saved my life. I grew up, got married, had babies (that I was gonna love enough to protect from said chaos, goddammit), stopped writing, and forgot who I was. Who needs a crutch like writing when you've got it all figured out? Now, after life has slapped me around a bit, I'm grasping at the one thing I think might save me. I hope it will help you too.