Bury the dead bodies; hop on the rower

My writing's been feeling bumpy as of late. Is a blog even the right place for any of this? My thoughts too heavy, morose, mired in memory requiring dense exposition. Feels impossibly difficult to write deeply about real people who aren't just in my past, but in my present. Am constantly worried about lengthiness, and yet it feels wrong to censor myself. These 'posts' feel truncated, so much…