Another me post
It's July, 2018.
It's been a year and two months since I've finished college and five months since I started working. Life after college has been hella crazy. I had anxiety and depression, I stopped doing the things I love. I basically put things on hold to be able to do this whole "adulting" thing and now that I've adjusted - although not fully, I'm still working on that - I feel like I've lost a huge part of me. I would often feel that empty feeling lingering in my veins, my chest heavy at the thought of not being able to do the things I love to do, things I used to do.
I have friends who likes writing - fanfics to be specific - they always seem to know what to write, how to construct it and when to finish it. Back in college, writing stories was something I love doing. Writing became a form of escape when life gets stressful. I could sit at a table, bring my pen and paper out (or my phone) and then I'm lost in my own world. I could finish a drabble/one shot in an hour or a day.
And I guess I just miss it. I miss being able to write without stopping, being able to write until I finish it. I miss being lost in my own world, to feel free, to not feel restricted. Now, all my stories are on hold because I don't know how to continue them. All that comes to me are story ideas. I try to write them, I try to start a sentence but nothing comes out. All there is are unfinished works, writing prompts stuck in my docs, stories I want to continue but couldn't. I want to badly go back to how it used to be, when writing was easy and free. I'm trying but I guess it isn't enough.
If you could give me tips on how to go back to writing, I would really appreciate it.
Also, I'm sorry I haven't been updating but it's just hard to do so. But still, thank you for subscribing to my stories. It means a lot to me.
- PEACH.
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