Sometimes I wish my thoughts would write themselves. The times I’m most inspired to write is when I’m at my weakest, but all the more reason why I don’t want to remind myself of the experience. There have been a few nights where I’ve sat up writing out everything on my mind, only to completely erase it all a few minutes after because I can’t stand visual confirmation of how lost I can be feeling. What’s odd is the realization that while I despise seeing these emotions transcribed, writing of their existence is when I feel the most free. The least confused. And genuinely at peace. Perhaps, the true stress isn’t the feeling itself, but instead the fear of that feeling being found out…