I started this blog two years ago with the thought that if I could be painfully honest, I would get past the writing block that I suffered before I had even started.
Well it worked, and I started writing more freely, about topics that I wanted to talk about and about things that I wanted to say, in my own words.
It felt good, it felt refreshing, I felt alive.
I felt like I had finally found a voice, and a stance about things that I cared about. I was stressed, but it pushed me to do things that I hadn’t even thought of and helped me to believe in myself . In essence, I became more confident in myself and in my abilities.
But this past year I haven’t written hardly anything. I kept wondering why i’m having a brain freeze. It’s not because of a lack of issues to talk about. I think of things to write everyday. But I never follow through anymore. I was trying to figure out what mental block was I suffering from that left me stagnant, as I talked over and over again about how i’m “starting over.”
Then I realized I still has some lingering issues that needed to be resolved.
Don’t you hate that? Here I was, thinking I was above it all, thinking that I had transcended. But I hadn’t. I was still stuck.