I love writing. I love it more and more all the time. I wake up and think about it. I think about it through the day. I think about it at night. I sit at work and feel grateful for my flexible job and the significant lowering of stress since my Employment Consultant days and yet, I am so restless. It's getting worse. I want to write a book, and yet I sit here to write a simple blog post and all words have flown from my mind. I have never experienced writer's block like this before, where it seems to physically hurt to write. I have been through so much in the last few months, my brain feels like a big swamp full of really-hard-to-work-through mud. But, I have to try. I have to try to work through it all. I am seeing my psychiatrist and my psychologist regularly, but I need to be doing more work on my own as well. I can't seem to journal, I sit at the piano and freeze, I sit here and have typed more words...
The diary (ramblings) of an anxious Mum.