Today my therapist and I talked about how I've not been writing in a while. I posted a story to a collection today, but it's the first thing I've written in months. I can't say this is because of my father's death. I'd more or less stopped writing fiction before that. I did stop my journal afterward though. I just couldn't face my own inner thoughts.
My father's death has had a profound effect on me though. I don't even feel like myself a lot of the time. I feel like I'm somewhere off in the distance. I don't know how to get back to me.
Perhaps time will heal this.
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