I can not believe that it has been a year since I reinvented myself with this blog. During that time I had been going through a very dark time in my life. ( I am not going to get into the dirty details-don’t want to depress you.)
At the time depression was very new to me. I wasn’t even aware that I was depressed. And the anxiety….
I’ll just let that sentence hang.
I started writing as a little girl, and last year or I should say the year before, I just couldn’t do it anymore. Each time I sat down I felt as though I was in a room that was shrinking. Sort of like the trash compacter from Star Wars…you know the scene. Where Han, Leia and Luke get stuck and are nearly crushed to death. Well, that is what I felt like.
It took a lot for me to decide one day to pick up a pen. I started out slow, only writing a few sentences here and there until those sentences naturally turned into a paragraph and so forth.
Unlike the “professional” I was seeing, the writing was actually therapeutic. Some of the things that I felt or thought were expressed into my writing. A few of those pieces I have shared either here on this site or on my Patreon site.
It is because of writing that I not longer feel as though I am disappearing or that I feel as though I am worthless. I may never reach the heights of J.K. Rowling or even that of Gail Carriger, but that doesn’t matter.
What matters to me is that I am on the road to recovery and I’m sharing my work with all of you.
How has writing helped you? I’d love to hear how you deal with life through your writing. Sound off in the comments or via email! firstname.lastname@example.org.
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