Inspired as it were, I decided to sit and write. Why am I not documenting exactly what it is I’m going through, and at the very least expressing myself in a way other women tend to feel? The reason I know this is I have had conversations with my closest friends, (those I trust with fleeting thoughts)which I have discovered, sometimes if I blurt out what I think or feel, it turns out they have the same thoughts. I’m not crazy. I’m not alone.