i feel the need to write tonight,
but i couldn't quite tell you why.
perhaps a continuation of what i started writing months ago on love.
maybe on clients and graduate school.
maybe on things closer to the heart.
however.
i'm in the midst of one of those phases of chaos
in which exhaustion is perpetual,
and processing life never gets put into concrete words.
i wish i had words more.
i wish i didn't say that so much.
but i do.
i know myself.
i know i have to write.
and often--
writing,
in some form or another,
is the answer.
it's how i come to understand
and muster through
this thing called life.
i want to write a whole post dedicated to the experience of
being involved in the intensive stuttering clinic.
i want to write about life and love and people and connection.
i want to write about the hand of God.
i want to write about families and those connections.
i want to write about my whole first year of graduate school,
now that it's almost the beginning of the second year.
i want to write about a lot of things.
i want to change the world,
instead i sleep.
song of the day: keep breathing, ingrid.
i sleep.
because it's all i can do
to keep breathing.
