Words words words

Been working on the book.
It's just so hard to get through because the first 4 are such visceral reminders of pain and confusion.  So if I want to write anything good, I have to put myself back in that headset, and all the Zoloft in the world can't get the metallic tang of sorrow out of my mouth.  Though choosing Evanescence as my soundtrack probably doesn't help.
Writer problems.  We must all suffer for our art I suppose.  Just gotta keep trucking to my fifth book happy ending.
 
Boyfriend time will help.  Its just going to suck when I'm alone in my head again after he falls asleep early....
 
Deep breaths.