![]() There's that moment of falling asleep in the darkness and waking up to the ground covered in freshly fallen snow. Even in the night, there's always the slightest sparkle of a star. It doesn't always feel that way in the moment, but it's true. Good or bad, life is a constant cycle of change, and with every new day, there's a new chance for things to look up a bit. The thing about life is that anything going on can only last for so long. The sun will rise, and we will try again. Over and over again, day after day, that line kept popping into my head. Twenty-One Pilots always seems to know what to say. It just felt like one thing after another, an assault of genuine insanity and stress and chaos that didn't seem to have an end in sight.īut the sun will rise, and we will try again. Usually when I get overwhelmed, I feel like I do an okay job of barreling through, but this time around I thought I was going to go crazy. ![]() There were quite a few moments in the first few weeks of January where I found myself sitting in the middle of my bedroom floor, staring at the ground, not quite knowing what to do next. But at the same time, writing is how I process, so when I can't/don't write, it just seems to make things worse. It's hard to put out new content when there's such an overload being shoved in your brain that you can't quite organize it all. My mind grew more and more tangled and knotted up, resulting in radio silence here on the blog. They were messy and full and complicated and frustrating and, quite frankly, exhausting. The first few weeks of 2018 were nothing short of utter chaos.
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