The past few weeks, I’ve felt stuck. So many things are out of my control, and as much as I want to just purge – I’m stuck. The second I try to start processing things by writing them out, my brain explodes.
I get overwhelmed with feeling and words just disappear.
So, I go through my days, trying to put in as much effort as I can on making things work.
The truth is, nothing is working because I can’t work anything out. I have no clarity these days.
Just a limbo where I can’t move either way because I’m stuck waiting.
I want to write things out. I want to start writing something else. I want to go through my manuscript and finally put it together.
I want to talk about everything – anything except what’s going on everyday.
Still, I can’t.
So I physically and mentally exhaust myself, my head finds a pillow -at night or in the middle of the day – and then my subconscious takes the stage.
The worst part is, I haven’t even been able to really talk to my friends about it. My fingers refuse to type. My lips refuse to speak the words that are trying to escape.
It’s as if I can’t find clarity until one thing is resolved.
And then, I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop the flood of words that’ll overtake my life.
Until then, I wait.