Writing, for me, has been such a struggle. It’s been that way for years. It didn’t always used to be this way. At one point, writing was my life. Now, … it is my struggle.
I know that deep down inside of me, the writer is still there and is screaming to get out. And I’m sure you’re probably thinking, “well, you’re writing right now, aren’t you?” Well, … yes, technically, I am, but it’s not the same. The creative spark is missing. That passion to write.
But, then again, I’m not even sure I would say the passion is gone. It’s really still there somewhere, buried under mounds of pain and other frustrating emotions. At this point, I’m honestly just trying to get something out. I’m just trying to write again. Just want to get the wheels turning again. Well, … guess this is a start, right?
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