Thanks Carmina.

Yeah, I do open myself up. The hardest parts reduce me to a gibbering wreck. It's not nice, but I'm not afraid of that.

I think I must have sensed the depression was coming, because I'd been really pushing it, writing when exhausted, writing all day, for months.

I seem to be having the urge to do it, but something in me is saying don't overwork yourself again.