It’s been over six years since I began writing on this blog, and prior to that, I’ve spent my whole life writing. I’ve recently looked back through old childhood journals and realized that writing has always been some sort of therapy for me. It’s kept me creative, helped me process emotions, and has always been there for me, almost like a friend. Telling stories has never been easy for me to do. However, writing my life down in a story form comes naturally.
Sometime last year I lost the writing spark.
I wrote sporadically on here, and even more sporadically in a journal. My brain just couldn’t seem to find the energy to come up with anything to type. My personal life had somehow become unmanageable for me and I didn’t know how to fight back for a while. For years I’ve struggled what I should or shouldn’t share on this website. While it began as a personal blog filled with my daily life and things that I was passionate about, it’s difficult to decide how much personal life to share anymore.
Perhaps part of the reason why I couldn’t find the courage to write is that I have always wanted to keep this space as positive as possible, and for a few months I was having a really hard time staying positive in my personal life, and it because impossible to stay positive on here.