Writing about my own life is not as easy as it sounds.
It gives me a hard time. Every time I try to write, I feel no spark at all. I sit in front of my computer with a heavy heart and a blank screen. My thoughts are there, but I can’t get them out.
I haven’t posted anything in over three months. I felt like giving up, but deep down, I didn’t want to. Aside from being my bread and butter, I still want to write. Writing is like letting go of the heavy feelings I’ve been carrying. Writing helps me breathe a little easier. Although I did write tidbits in my diary or journal - whatever you call it. Still, it is different from writing on this blog.