A Part Of Me Died
Hello! I wrote this a while back and thought to share with you. If you have any suggestions on how to awaken that dead part of me, please leave a comment.
This evening I have to give myself a ‘smh’ moment. How did I get here? I used to write oh! Gosh! A lot has changed and my mind feels rewired. I used to write about everything, writing has saved me from severe and intentional depression before.
Today, I’m reflecting on how everything used to inspire me and I would express what I’m feeling in words. Looks like words can’t explain how I feel a part of me in writing died but I need it to awaken.
I don’t know if I can still brag that writing is the easiest thing I can do. It seems like a chore these days and when I write, it feels like work than the most exciting activity I vividly love to engage in. Sometimes I just blame it on being lazy. Maybe I am.
I also realized that the people I was once excited about aren’t on that list anymore. My life seem to have taken a shift across some oceans and landed me in a world I don’t recognize. You know there are times when you just need to exist in place not minding if you’re supposed to be there. That defines life sometimes.
Oh and as at the time I was writing this, my phone was playing some of my favorite songs and they all meant nothing to me. No excitement, no sing along moment, nothing.
I feel numb. A part of me is dead. I need it to awaken.