Grief does weird things to your psyche, but if you’re a writer, it can destroy creativity. That’s because writing fiction is just dreaming. And dreaming, at least about good stuff, is hard when you’re grieving.
Due to recent upheaval in my personal life, I haven’t written fiction in several months. I was grieving and I couldn’t concentrate on anything but that grief. Dreams seemed like a thing of the distant past. Life sucked and it seemed like it always would.
But grief passes. Or lightens, at least. For me, that happened recently. It followed close on the heels of both acceptance and the conscious decision to let go. It didn’t happen instantly. In fact, I hit rock bottom before I was able to let go of the great rock of grief that was dragging me down.
And this week, I started dreaming again. My future is still foggy and uncertain, but steps are being made and they’re all going up. Fortunately, I’m strong and I know I’ll get to the top. I’ll make it there. Eventually. Even if I sometimes have to pause on the way or even take a step back.
In the meantime, dreaming and writing are a definite step forward for me.
As a long time online friend of yours, I want to say I am sorry for whatever it is you have been grieving over. Grief is so often all consuming and it sounds like that was the case for you. But it also sounds like you are looking forward and trying to rebound. Writing is such great therapy, and knowing you, you’re going to write some of your best stuff in the coming months. I wish you well and happy writing.
Thank you AJ. ❤️