Why did I hide my deteriorating condition? Some might think it’s low self-esteem or fear. The truth is that I don’t want people to worry about me. Everyone has problems and it just seems selfish to add mine to theirs. I’ve always tried to be stronger than I actually am. While I’ve learned to cast my worries on Christ, my brain is wired wrong and I need help getting the electrical connections functioning sometimes.
While I shouldn’t have waited so long to alert someone to the problem at least I didn’t wait until I started feeling hopeless. Incredibly sad is manageable, believe me. Hopeless is harder to come back from. The adjustment time is frustrating, but necessary.
So, it will take a few more weeks before I get back into the swing of writing each day, but I will get there. I plan to submit my finished poems and short stories to contests and publications each month. I’ll jot notes and write scenes every chance I get (when I’m awake), and I’ll continue to critique my writing groups work.
Yes, 2016 has gotten off to a slow start, but I still believe it will be a good year.