It’s Hard To Pretend

Dear Void,

Writing blog posts feels like sending thoughts into the void, yet it is therapeutic. If you've stumbled upon this in the void, you might relate.

I have reached a point where if a situation requires me to be around people who aren’t close enough to understand that I'm trying to survive the nearly unsurvivable, I won’t attend. If I need to say that everything is fine when it’s not, I won’t attend. If I have to pretend, I won’t attend. I wish I had the energy to process the problems of others—which are real, valid, and possibly nearly unsurvivable, too—but I am just hanging on and can’t. Life has become lighter on the scales, and I’m guarding my minutes.

Many people are struggling to survive these days. Writing fiction provides me with an escape. Creating other worlds allows me to explore the best and worst of the real world and craft something entirely different. It feels like a superpower.

Pass with peace,

Mae