I haven't written in forever. I don't have writers block, I have fear. Fear of my own honesty and its perception by anyone reading. Fear that negativity may steer some hurting bereaved parent the wrong way in their grief. Fear that too much happiness in this new chapter of my life may convince someone I've abandoned my own grief and my daughter. Fear of judgement on so many levels. This problem is swimming in my brain daily. I beat myself up every time I start to write. Because of this, I'm losing memories and denying myself (and maybe others) the ability to own my true emotions.
My goal is to overcome these fears and take the plunge into TRUE, raw, brutally honest writing. It may not be eloquent. It may not be enjoyable. But, it WILL be me.
