I have less to say than I thought

All those childhood diarys and adolescent journals I wrote are full of musings and anger. Yet now, as I try to maintain a blog, I find myself having much less to say than my younger self. Perhaps I’m more content, having released myself from the shackles of love (co-dependence) and overcome the worst of Borderline Personality Disorder with a combination of psychotherapy and SSRIs, I no longer need writing as catharsis. Being content is really boring…