“When a child is learning how to walk and falls down 50 times, they never think to themselves, “Maybe this isn’t for me.”” —Unknown
“If we are to defeat certain poisons that threaten our joy, we must acknowledge them first.” —Upile Chisala
I am not doing okay. I haven’t been okay for a while now. I have been trying to hold myself together, but I can’t anymore. And maybe I shouldn’t try to.
There. It’s out in the air. Perhaps I can breathe a little bit easier now that I have just admitted it to myself and the several people who would care to read my thoughts.
Just a week ago, someone I look up to as a mentor (she doesn’t know this, but she genuinely feels like the more wiser and mature version or rather a reflection of me) said to me, “I noticed that you haven’t written on your blog for a while.”
I shook my head, with a somewhat somber face. “I honestly can’t get myself to. It’s too hard.”
“Just try to, even if you just write to yourself and the world never gets to see it. Or you get home and just write one sentence. That’s still enough.”
And I understand where she was coming from, she understood and knew what writing is and means to me. She knows that writing is the most sacred and honest place where I can unburden, heal and simply listen to the soul of my heart. Read More