I remember how this used to be my safe place...a journal, a blog, etc. A platform to spill my secrets and thoughts - a way to get it out of my head. Looking back, I should have never stopped writing. It's always been so therapeutic for me and I thought that by letting it all out here, it allowed me to set it all free. Although seeing a counselor has helped immensely over the years, I still sometimes feel tortured by my thoughts. I need a laptop for home to write again. Lately I've been told I'm constantly on repeat...I rehash and regurgiate when I'm really freaking out about something. What's great is that I can still pray and find a sense of peace about things.