Writing is all work, but sometimes it is therapy too, because it makes me feel less lonely on days that I feel I’m all alone.
(And you know me, I like being alone a lot. But feeling alone is a different story.)
Those days rarely come, but when they do, they hit hard and leave me helpless.
See? I’ve been writing the whole day today and I’ve totally forgotten about last night: how empty I felt and how meaningless everything seemed.