Spent And Bent After An Essay
The after effects of writing your guts out.
This is just a blurb intended for nowhere.
Last night I was triggered into a traumatic memory.
Today, I wrote about it, submitted it as a personal essay and since then it feels like I went 12 rounds. And lost. Badly.
Has anyone else paid this physical price tag?
I’m spent, bent out of shape and now going to sip a whiskey and sink into bed.