It has been…quite a while since I’ve found myself here. I have been struggling with my mental health, and feeling like I’m playing catch up on my own timeline. At 21, I find myself at a standstill with school, work, family. And on top of everything else, I’ve been confronting the shittiest descendant of writer’s block.
Lately, I’ve been feeling a little more inspired to create. I realized that I’ve been having difficulty writing because I’m tired of writing about the ‘safe’ things. Things that I’ve talked about a few times already. And not that they aren’t of equal importance, but there are other events/stressors/clusterfucks that I deal with that I don’t address. Partly in fear of what it says about me, but largely in fear of how others will respond to it.
This is the year of manifestation for me. I am going to stop running from the things that force me to stand my ground. I will not let my anxiety and fear of conflict quiet my beliefs. What kind of writer would that make me?
I am going to keep working on my craft. I will finish a manuscript by the end of the year. I will start the publishing process by next year. And, God willing, I will be louder about the things that need to be said. Ameen.
