Sorrowful Season
The last time I posted here, I was terrified, but I had hope.
Hope has been crushed, leaving only terror.
Never have I been this miserable over the holiday seasons. Never have I dreaded the future more.
I’ve tried so hard to be a positive voice, an uplifting voice on social media. In the spirit of this, I’m trying to hang onto hope. I’m trying to remind myself I’m not alone.
The despair I feel is felt by many, nearly half the population. There just weren’t enough of us for hope to win.
I think about all the things I’ve been able to do. I’ve been able to take a walk alone in relative safety. I’ve been able to write and share my thoughts in a public blog.
Not everyone gets to do these things. I wonder how much longer I’ll be able to?
Writing has helped during these dark times. I’ve finished the first round of edits for a novel-sized version of At Her Service, a light ff fairy tale I hope will lift the spirits of those who read it. I’ve changed parts which were questionable in the short story version, creating not only a longer, but a better book.
I’ve written several blogs in advance. I’m writing more now. My second round of edits for At Her Service have arrived.
My characters have helped me work through my despair. Turning my fears into story, weaving them into myth and metaphor have helped me cope.
My feelings are just too raw and painful to deal with as they are.
I’m just grateful to have other people who’ve reached out to me, reminding me with their support that I’m not alone.
Thank you for being there.