Dear Letter Gram,

If I really showed you my journal, I could be admitted to a mental hospital. But let me try and explain to you the depths of my mind at this current moment (7:23pm, May 28th, 2026). You know when you listen to a guided meditation, and it tells you to try to picture your thoughts as clouds, floating above you - just observe them from a distance without getting sucked into them and floating high into the universe? When I try to do that, my thoughts seem to be moving so fast and the sheer quantity of them almost seem tornado-like in the sky, I'm almost seeing swarms of bees...maybe wasps, buzzing through them. I can hear wind, now my ears hurt, and the condensation translates to sweat on my forehead. In this particular moment, however, it doesn't feel like these clouds are a bad thing. In fact, I like having thoughts. I feel even better when I have an outlet for them, like this blog, my new website I made today, my painting I'm working on. And so this is what this all is to me. An outlet. I don't really mind if nobody sees this. I maybe hope nobody does. 

Until next time, Emma