I’ve spent the last week or so trying to write about a variety of different topics for this blog. I always start strong and well meaning but then the words seem to fizzle and sentences become impossible to string together. I know the message I want to get across but have no idea how to convey it to other people.
This is when the doubt creeps in.
Is anyone even reading this? Does it even matter what I have to say?
Doubt gives way to the crushing feeling that everything I do is pointless, and I am just a worthless human being with nothing to contribute to the world. It’s funny how something as simple as trying to write a few paragraphs can trigger a tsunami of hateful and disparaging thoughts. They stop me dead in my tracks and guide my hand towards the delete button.
So, I guess I thought I’d just try and write about the inability to write right now. Battle though the thoughts of inadequacy and fear and just post something. Listen to the thoughts with a ‘Thank you but you’re wrong’. I can write whatever I want to and if no one reads, that’s okay. It’s okay because it mattered to me and sometimes that is enough.