Roar in the Afterglow

Today I wanted to explore therapy (remember that on some level we are all nutters) And just to make it clear, my mumble jumble point of views are in no way scientific, just me and my head and all the little fairys. Anyway/ back on track (okay?). Ever thought about getting therapy- or heard someone say that they where receiving it or trying to get a referal, and you thought "Yikes", maybe even got slightly uncomfortable.  Everything is therapy. From Psychoanalysis and CBT, to Drawing class, watching the ocean or  eating a sandwich on the undeground. And at different times we need different kinds, but we all do undergo them, and we all need them. At least the one that should take place in our head all the time. Growth, learning- whether it is about ourselves, our strenghts or limits, or how to be around others- how to be there for our friends. Even everyday body acceptance (look into the mirror, and your eyes when you feel the grosest) & Calming down... And maybe yo

Alright, its hotter here then in a pepper`s belly, but im going to really try to write something now. Im sure I`ve mentioned this before in some way- and I have a feeling I wrote something along these thoughts a few years ago when I first started this blog, but thoughts evolve- or at least does the vibe in my writing (hopefully) so I decided to give this a go. Get my creative spirit going when all I want to do is melt. But no more excuses, I sort of breathe for this. First of all, am I the only one whos brain goes crazy hazy and shoots up to a 1000 when hearing a guy im casually dating say certain words, Do you want kids ? We see a volvo, a backyard, a family picnic, kids running down green fields with the dog like its Sound of Music, a proud look on a husbands face as he fixed the baseboard falling out of the wall and finally- Spagetti Bolognese. Okey maybe not in that specific order (or Specifically those things.. but you get my point) And then one day (like for example when we

Nope. Nothing bad has happened. The fact is just that I'm currently in my home country doing an internship. Spending the weeks in the capital (or main town as I recall that childhood me used to think it was called.. although that would have been the direct translation from both my mothertongues..oh well), the evenings at friends sofas and mattrasses- a few nights here, a week or two there, and the weekends in my hometown + the archipelago cabin 4 hours away. I'm a bit too much on the go to find a writers flow, I haven't even opened up my "Keep Growing" notebook which I do carry around, even on my lunchbreak, just incase. But nothing. Emotions arent intensed, not even my period is letting it kick in.. instead I'm sitting here, hot on a balcony in the burning sun (dont ask why.. I was only making it worse) while the other kind of pms.. the my body has a fever before it begins kind, is twitching through my body like a jojo. Things are good though, and I'