I wasn't lying
It wasn't easy. It required a certain coldness and a willingness to squirm with shame, to cry, to laugh, to smile, to feel proud and carry on without getting caught up in the emotions. It was a good exercise, both personally and as a writer. On a personal level, I'm very good at BS. It's just never a good idea to BS yourself, and an exercise like this will stop you in your tracks. As for writing, "Show, don't tell" is such old advice, it's practically a cliche'. However, it's still damn good advice, and as I wrote, I started to emerge as a character in and not just the narrator of my own writing. I find it a very good thing that I liked her.
Work has allowed very little time for anything else, but I'm planning on doing more of this. I also found that as I was writing down the character of me, I'd have to stop and write a short scene, sometimes just a few lines, never more than a page, of something else. That was just fun, and right now, every one of those ideas is still shiny with potential. That's a welcome change. I've been shooting ideas down as fast as I could get them lately, and I need to stop that. You rebuild hope with one idea, one word and one action at a time.