hmm. i'm not dead
well, my writers block has magically deteriorated with my marriage, so now i can come back and not stare at the intimidating screen at run away. yeah, there was a little period of time where i could do nothing but be paralyzed by the fear of my new life, but now i am snapping out of a long numb trance. i am still a person somewhere in here i just lost track of her to the point that i had no idea what to write even in a journal. but as she slowly wakes up maybe i will be back more often. i will leave things at that for now as i am a little overwhelmed by the prospect of pouring out what seems like a lifetime of held back words, my voice will just have to warm up after a long silence.