is there a new beginning?
Tired, burnout, feels like a total failure. I'm wondering if I have ever destroyed my own potential. I didn't know where the expectations came from. Probably half came from me. Just a half.
Writing is my passion. Writing is my lifeline. Creating something tangible from my mind, into the physical world. Reciting a story that no one ever knows, singing a song that no one has ever heard, everything is proven in my journal. Underneath this messy writing, I found myself and the new beginning I'm searching for. A small, baby step. One post at a time. One page a day.
Only one, is the start of a new beginning.