Have you ever just sat down and vomited whatever came to mind? It’s a cleansing ritual that seems to work for some and not for others, right? But what if it’s doesn’t pan out like you want it too? What if you struggle to get what you’re really feeling across? Then what? What do we do then? Do we hide inside of ourselves until the world explodes and we have nothing more than a trembling mess of nerves and pain? But how is that productive?

So I propose this. To my reader and future self, I’m going to try to weave a tale of adult exploration into her own mind. I’ll try not to be an anxiety-riddled teenager because only God knows how much I don’t miss that time in my life. My word vomit will try to have a purpose or a reason. Whether it is to cleanse the pain in my chest or to carefully plot out my methods, I will have a point to all of this. Or will at least try. That’s what counts right!