Writing is one of the most cathartic things you can possibly engage in, and yet at times it feels like you are ripping your heart out. I haven’t wanted to write that much. I’ve been exhausted. Not just tired in the way that your body is worn down…but really tired. Everything is tired. Spiritually, emotionally, mentally, physically. It has all been catching up to me to the point where I just feel completely and utterly cooked. I haven’t wanted to write because of another force at play as well. One that keeps telling me I should back away for a while and sit in silence. I’ve learned a lot by not engaging in the noise of words that can distractingly take you away from…