At night I can't sleep. I have too many memories floating through my head. I was reliving everything. Every mistake, every regret.
I got up and started writing it down.
I started rereading it.
I started editing.
I started to realize that I had a story. I had a story that may help other people not feel as alone as I did.
I made a choice to relive these moments and share them.
It helps. I still can't sleep but that's life...