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.
That voice. so hard not to listen to it.
ReplyDeleteand 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.