Cat's got my tongue

... Or, whatever the expression would be for fingers that can't properly receive the message from the brain in order to type out the words.

Whatever you want to call it, I have it. This inability to get the words from Point A (gray matter) to Point B (fingers).

Well, that's not entirely true. I think contributing to my writer's block is fearing that I'll be judged once again by what I write here. Admittedly, I don't think I've entirely recovered from the verbal beating I suffered two years ago at the hands of an empty soul who felt it their place to judge me. Even though I can sometimes come across as a feisty little thing, I'm actually more of a delicate flower when it comes to matters of the heart and can bruise quite easily.

There's lots of confusion in this deep ocean which is my head. The waters are still murky and the surf is still rough, despite the safe arrival of Megan. Having one wonderful thing happen in your life doesn't cancel out all the bad things that have happened. If only it were that easy ...

I need to write. I need to be able to dig deep down into my soul once again to free myself of the angst that still weighs so heavily on my heart, but the words just don't come out right.

I am still here, floating around aimlessly in the blog world. And, I've been quietly following many of your journeys, so please don't leave me stranded while I'm figuring out how to fix what's broken under my hood.