Writercide

I wrote for a year on Medium before I killed my writer self.

I didn’t even realize I was writercidal at the time.

But depression was siphoning life out of me a little at a time, and then the pandemic hit, and I was gone before I knew what was happening.

We are fragile. Writers, I mean, but also, we humans. We need a certain amount of sunlight and air, and, if we are honest, people who’ll…