Sometimes, I cry for no reason.
Things that I can’t see, can’t describe, can’t even acknowledge creep up behind me and weigh me down. Those feelings can last for a moment, an hour, a day, a week…
The feeling overwhelms me – like a pressure deep in my chest. Not panic, anger or anxiety. Just an overwhelming feeling of inadequacy. I disappear to my bedroom, stare at myself in the mirror, and begin the routine. It’s like something from the movie “The Help” : I remind myself that I am smart, I am a good mother, I am doing the best that I can.
Can I blame winter? Because I do.
Sometimes, I feel like a failure at everything.
I want to write. It’s therapeutic for me. I spend hours reading other people’s blogs. Other people who obviously aren’t sitting in front of a blank computer screen trying to figure out what they should write. Who have coherent thoughts, strings of them.
I have nothing inspirational to say. Even if I did, would anyone want to read it?
I give up on the words… I bake something, take some pictures, put it up. There, I’ve done my post.
I struggled so hard to find the words. And again, I end up with this random, rambling post that I’m hoping will prompt something inside me to throw open the curtains to my brain and get rid of the cobwebs that winter seems to have deposited there.
I am in a blogger slump.
How do I get out of this?
I’m struggling with my winter blues, and I’m not sure how to write about it. I have a wonderful Doctor that I see, but I’m trying to get out of my writing slump… The Empress suggested to just get it out how I feel… that it would help… that my bloggy friends would help me..