Writing is a bitch.
It's like a fucking marathon, I'm telling you. And you never know when you're gonna wake up and have brilliant ideas to put onto paper. You never know when your stream of consciousness will flow effortlessly and abundantly like gushes of salt water in an ocean.
Writing is also pretty self-indulgent. 
What I'm writing now makes me sound like a fucking self-pitying, narcissistic asshole. I don't care though, if that's someone's perception, than so be it. 
My main character is purely evolving, she is going through a very cathartic process. She has come to terms that she was too harsh on her enemies back in the day, but amid all of the complexities and confusion with them, she has always managed to find a glimmer of good in all of the mayhem as well. 
She doesn't pity herself or martyrize herself, given that it's life. Shit happens.