After months of frustration I am writing again. The joy is bubbling like champagne. I’m not up to speed yet, but I feel hopeful. My writer friends understand. Writing is not a choice. It’s an obsession. An addiction. Being so overwhelmed with other parts of my life that I had to put my writing aside took a toll on me.
Depression threatened. I didn’t want to get out of bed. I couldn’t concentrate. I didn’t care about normal things like getting dressed or using makeup. uh oh. All classic signs I was slipping into a real slump. I was lucky. I did recognize I had a problem.
Its not easy to get out of that hole. It took me several weeks to force myself into a healthy routine.
And most of those days I wanted to write.
I can’t blame all of my feelings on not writing since being the caretaker for my recovering husband took all of my time and energy for months. He’s been cleared by his cancer surgeon.There is no trace of that horrible bugaboo, but life is not back to routine. He still has a physical therapist to help rebuild the muscles weakened by long days in bed.
So what did I do? I stopped nagging at myself. I got enough sleep. I worked in my garden although it wasn’t really spring yet. I walked my dog.
The fresh start I got this week is like a blessing.
Thanks you to all my friends for your support and prayers.
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