My emotions leaked through each post, and everyday it became easier to express who I was as a person.
I became more determined, a strong minded individual. I let my emotions get the better of my blogposts, instead of me. I channelled my thoughts towards my writing, and even though none of my posts corresponded directly with what happened during the years, it allowed me to vent just the way I wanted needed to.
As the days went by, writing went from being a form of expression to a hobby, I enjoyed it. I looked forward to publishing posts, creating little stories, and I loved that other people also felt that they could relate with my posts. The idea of it being my platform to vent slowly slipped out of my mind and the thought of myself being a blogger crept onto me. However, this was my first mistake.
I needed this blog more than it needed me.
Unfortunately but also fortunately, my life took a very different turn. I knew the decisions I made was going to be beneficial for my future but my emotional growth was stunted as adulthood slapped me across my face. My days became busier and time spent not working became time wasted. I went from posting almost every week to posting every month, every couple months and then to once a year.
I forgot to make some time for myself, to nurture my self growth.
I found it more difficult to face my problems, I did in fact let my emotions get the better of me. I broke down too easily and fell into short periods of feeling blue. The predicaments got worse and I felt my life spiraling out of hand, but somewhere, something kept telling me that I can get through it all, because I have been able to once before, and I will be able to once again.
I was able to point the finger at the problem and I realised what needed to be done. I have to tell myself whatever it is, it is not bigger than me. My happiness is too valuable to be wasted on the worries of life, so I needed a place to box my emotions away.
I was able to point the finger at the problem and I realised what needed to be done. I have to tell myself whatever it is, it is not bigger than me. My happiness is too valuable to be wasted on the worries of life, so I needed a place to box my emotions away.
I was at a point in life where I needed my blog back but my writing became too blunt and my words dried out. My "writers block" affected me more than I could imagine. You see, you can't expect trees to blossom like in spring if you leave them in dark rooms. Devoid from sunlight and fresh air the colours turn weary and all you have are leaves and no buds.
If something makes you feel better, do it. Emotions are fleeting but a peace of mind lasts longer.
Don't allow life to curb your creativity.
