It’s not that I used to find these easier to write. It’s not that I can’t be person who writes. It’s that I used to burn pain to fuel them. It was always hard. But there are still things to write. It’s okay if the first time trying a hard thing alone didn’t go perfectly. It’s okay that it was stressful, that you didn’t get the outcome you hoped for, that you decided to stop because it felt like too much. It’s okay to need some space, to need support, to need a different approach. There are good reasons it’s hard and it’s okay to be daunted them. It’s okay…