My therapist has given up on me.
She was the 5th one already. I don’t think I can cope with this anymore.
I know I said I’d use this blog as a way to post stories and creative texts written by me, but I guess I should have added the word ‘mainly’ somewhere in between, because right now I don’t feel like writing anything of true importance at all.
I have so many thoughts and numbers running through my mind that it almost feels impossible. Especially with all of this pressure coming from university and me trying so hard (perhaps too much) to get on with everything. Sometimes (most of the time, always) it seems like being trapped in this kind of life is painfully straining. It’s tearing me apart, yet I seem to be unable to do anything about it. Anyway..to come back to topic.
I will hopefully manage to write something next week, so feel free to look “forward” to it. I’m not sure yet, what I will write about, but that shouldn’t bother anyone anyway.
I have already planned a few short stories, and I will start developing their plots more and more, after I’ve worked /started working on other matters such as my term papers for university. I’m also interested in using those stories for different kinds of media, such as audio”books”/collections of audio files of those stories. Which, admittedly is a plan for the remote future, but still. I think it’s a nice idea. Because it would show (at least me) that some kind of process or development happened in this relationship I have between my writing and me now and the one I’ll hopefully have in the future.