I need to write something.Anything.All my thoughts and ideas appeared to be hiding from me in the darkness of my writing insecurities.I've been so frustrated with my writer's block I could scream.
Once upon a time ideas used to flow within me like a river of melted gold.Heavy in presence and rich in content,my ideas were hearty and loved.But life shook me up, made me impatient for change,made me angry,made me bitter,made me hate myself for not being better,made me feel little,made me question myself.
I've allowed the wrong voices to influence me in my time of struggle.Those negative voices were just so loud and their logic seemed flawless at the time.The second a hole emerged in my self-esteem every self depreciating comment showed up to falsely patch the crater, when in reality it wasn't a bandage it was a virus.I've been sick in silence for far too long.I was looking for a cure in all the wrong places while sitting in a stagnant state of illness, enough is enough.I made myself sit down and write this blog post as means to get out my frustration amd have found my cure,writing.
Writing out all my frustrations,fears and needs for better have helped me clear my mind.So why did it take me so long for me to write this,if this is what it took to clear up my sight?The hesitation of self doubt left me paralyzed but I pushed that out of the way and simply wrote what comes natural to me.
I've come to the conclusion that my setbacks weren't a result of me being inferior.Setbacks happen because it's apart of life and how you handle them defines who you are.Some of the most successful people have faced what I'm facing now and faced even worse.I'm taking my setbacks in stride and I'm going to work as hard as possible because I'm strong enough to do so!Just because life gets hard,it doesn't mean I have to turn into stone.I can't let one event change my passion and distort my heart forever especially since this is simply a phase that change in an instance.