Here I am, a lapsed writer; the kind who years ago used to write and publish regularly. Often my writing was simply a way of processing what was going on in my life at the time, and just like that, one day I stopped writing. Not because life wasn’t happening, but because I started to feel uncomfortable about exposing my own vulnerabilities.
Hindsight is …
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