I’m referring to this blog. My silence. On this here blog.
Oh how I want to write. How I need to write.
And I’ve tried.
I’ve sat at my computer…fingers poised and ready to type…and then…
All I get is nothing. How can that be? My mind is teeming with stories and thoughts that beg to be written. And still…
It isn’t only here that I struggle. I rarely visit Facebook these days. And when I do, I can’t even string a few words together to generate a status update. Or comment on the quips of others.
Emails sit in my inbox awaiting a reply. I’ve read them all. Then left them there. The number grows daily. And yet I do nothing.
Thank you notes are another issue. I have so many to write. I’ve been overwhelmed by the generosity of friends, family and even complete strangers. How can I not express my gratitude? I can’t begin to count the times I’ve sat down with pen in hand and attempted to write a note of appreciation. Yet as with all other things requiring my cognitive skills these days, I simply get…
The silence is deafening. “Quiet” is not my style. It isn’t a good thing. It has left me feeling empty and even worse…feeling guilty. But for now I can only say it is what it is.
In looking back over what I just wrote, it sounds as if I’m leaning toward being depressed…in need of medication. At the very least, it sounds like I need to drown my sorrows in a few drinks. But that’s not the case. Not even close. I’m just suffering serious writer’s block. Serious with a super-duper capital “S”!
I know a day is coming soon when life will return to normal. A time when my thoughts are no longer consumed with how to merge two full-time “jobs” and do them both justice. My normal 9 to 5 is anything but 9 to 5. I come in late. I leave early. I work all night. All this is done in an attempt to maintain the status quo and continue to earn my keep. All this is done because medical treatments, doctor’s appointments and overall general health care are sucking up the remaining hours of my day.
However, the light at the end of the tunnel is in sight. Radiation has begun and should go quickly. Then life can begin to return to “normal”…whatever “normal” is.
Things have changed. They had to. And they will most likely change again. And again. And yet again. And that’s okay. I just hope I can eventually get back to writing.
I miss it.
I don’t believe this over-the-top-opinionated-chatter-box was ever meant to be silent.