Writing in the midst of grief/anxiety...Written by E PLUS The Storyteller

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 Being able to continue writing in the midst of grief/anxiety...Written by E PLUS The Storyteller.


Still looking outside the window, Brenda could see people walking down the pathway, and whilst she couldn't come to terms with her reality, she wondered why life had become so cruel to her, as tears ran down her cheek, she held on firmly to her head and shook uncontrollably, turning away and heading for the couch. And as soon as Brenda settled down, slowly she laid her back on the couch, closed her eyes and began to reflect.


 Suddenly, a voice called out...


"Brenda! We have so much to write about, let's be on our way!" Brenda shook her head in dismay.


"I'm not sure... definitely not today." Brenda whispered, her eyes still closed.

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So, your world is spinning and looks like you are losing grip of everything, including yourself! Nothing seem to make any sense as your heart continues to pound and you are constantly swamped by the unending grief of the moment, heavy with anxiety and as far as you are concerned, it's all over! 


The fun memories, the exciting moments, and even Writing as a passion is all over! Or so you think! Because every time you attempt putting down words, the grief takes over, and your heart continues to scream! Words have become your greatest challenge with your nose stuck in oblivion, and for a second, you ponder if you will ever write again, if you will ever follow your passion🤷🏿

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Every moment, every stage, and every phase in life is a defining experience, what you make of it is part of the 'Unfolding Story' (Good, bad, ugly, beautiful) even in your briefing moments, your reactions, your responses are all part of the narrative that play out in the course of event with lessons, themes, sub themes, so when you don't feel your best, write about it, feel free to express it, even in  silence your heart still speaks -Nothing beats the ingenuity of an #unscripted plot!


Don't be afraid of telling your #story just the way it is, eventually the dots will connect to more interesting series ahead.


YOUR SILENCE IS A STORY


YOUR GRIEF IS A STORY


THE DOWN SIDES TO LIFE IS A STORY


THE PROGRESS IS A STORY


There have been no better time to write, put down every bit of your experience, not worrying about how it looks, rather focus on the details that reflects the reality of the moment.


Beyond the passion, writing is also therapeutic, the advantage outweighs any odd.








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