Saturday, August 26, 2017

The voice in my head says

What if I never have anything worth writing about ever again? I want to write every day, I want to get back to a place where writing is just part of who I  am, but the more I do it, the more I hate everything that comes out of me.

I wanted to write about mothering and life, to connect and relate to people, to make people feel less alone, to know they were doing okay. I wanted to create meaning in everyday life, I wanted to be seen and heard.

But it doesn't feel like that's what I'm doing.

1 comment:

  1. That voice. so hard not to listen to it.
    and knowing it is full of shit doesn't quite help on such days.
    I know.
    I believe in you.
    I love reading your writing.
    don't believe everything you feel.