I am writing.
I am writing. I am breathing. I am working.
but I am not living.
I am writing, I am speaking, I am moving,
but I am not living.
I am writing, loving, dying, crying, grasping, pushing, pulling
but I am not living.
but at least
I am writing.
So I am alive.
Poetry by Sunshine
The Overflowing Journal 
Keep writing, it seems like that’s all you have.
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It really is. I am trying my best to survive this storm, but sometimes it feels the waves are too large to ride. That’s where my writing comes in. I consider it my life vest (:
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I read all of your writings, why did you stop?
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Hi there! I’m not quite in a great place right now — both physically and mentally — so I’m taking some time off for my health. I have written some shorter pieces that I’ve kept in a private folder, but I’ve been considering posting some more soon. Thanks for checking in!
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When will you write again?
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Hi! I’ve been writing some pieces when I feel the need to relieve the extra pressure on my chest but have been keeping them private. Maybe I’ll look through them and post something soon! Sorry for being offline for so long— just been struggling to push through some stuff.
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