When The Ideas Just Flow

I am going about my business and what goes and happens…

An idea for a story that is so unexpected I’m dying to write it!

I never knew writer’s block could come to such a mad crescendo of creativity. That mixed with years of non-dealt with mental health issues that I, now, wanted to defeat for once and for all.

A brief description of the last 10 months of my life. I lost a dear and very young friend, just nineteen years old. Cause of death, mental health. My sister-in-law, again very young, 49, found out she had ovarian cancer, within a fortnight she was gone. We never got to see her beforehand. I faced the biggest question in my history, and the source of many years of fear and sadness, and, of course, anger. I had spoken to my mum for the first time in 4 years! Sadly, it wasn’t due to a good reason, I thought she was dying. Three weeks of pure emotional upheaval. We have finally healed from one part of the situation. Together. A thing I never thought I would say.

We had a lady down the road die, that, too, was suicide. I published my first book of poetry in a moment of desperacy, and impulse, thinking I had a chance to make a living from this.

We had our bank closed without reason, and that meant no access to money we get weekly and monthly, and this a month before Christmas.

This period of such grief and such hardship, has prompted one thing in me. Creativity. I didn’t ask for it. But boy am I glad it came. My “pencil” is the tool that in the end gave me a reason to continue with fight.

Here I sit, still sad, grieving but also, happy I am doing stuff I have longed to do for so long. I have healed with my mum. And I am speaking to great people who make me feel human again. I believe in myself and I believe in making this life better, for me and my family!